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Ragged and Raw
She holds the yellowed book for a long time
Bound first in cloth, then leather, at last again soft
She notices the gilt has gone
It holds a story ragged and raw
Bound first in cloth, then leather, now again soft
Like a weary old heart, nearing the end
It holds a story ragged and raw
She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint
Like a weary old heart, nearing the end
She notices the gilt has gone
She presses it to one wrinkled ear and the sound is faint
She holds the yellowed book for a long time.
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