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The Sun Will Come Up
The warts are ugly
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing
the hearing gone
But words still call
-from tomorrow's song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing
the hearing gone
But words still call
-from tomorrow's song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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The Sun Will Come Up
The Sun Will Come Up