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its basically a poem about someone reflectiong on their past |
| these life years . . . as the end comes near what we humbly fear are shown before us right here. these life years . . . that runs through our ears as we stand erect to hear proclaims what you reared. these life years . . . natured, loved, admired, held dear tortured, broken, jerked, and jeered shines our dulled brilliant celestial sphere. these life years. |