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Tomorrow's Song
The warts are ugly,
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging,
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing,
most hearing gone
But words call majestic,
-from tomorrow's song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging,
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing,
most hearing gone
But words call majestic,
-from tomorrow's song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Tomorrow`s Song
Tomorrow`s Song