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The Lantern

Your heart sags wrinkled now

Old and grey before its time

Ravages shown in bandy legs

A heavy toll of frost and rime

 

Tarry not till your heart is old

Make hay afore night descends

Time rips fast and none knows

When life sinks low and ends

 

Once your heart was fanciful

Joys were the order of the day

Now its an armchair and pills

Listening to what doctors sa...

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