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See the Old Man Thomas
As he burns his brain 
With a glimmering glass
And a ratteling chain
Behind white horses
In a New York bar
Between a setting sun
And a falling star

No use in raging 
Over dying light
Old Thomas won't
But the young men might
He will go gently 
Into the black
Just stumble ahead
And never look back

See the Old Man Thomas 
- wild and gray
He bought nothing 
- but he had to pay
Lets bury him down 
In sand and clay
Say a quick prayer 
And be on our way

In the heavy traffic 
In the crowded street
In the dark cafes 
Where lovers meet
Old Thomas walk
Up around the bends
Where silence sings
And music ends

We'll have fun
At his funeral soon
Dance all night
By the bright blue moon
We'll read his poems
For old time's sake
And sing at the grave
And sleep at the wake

See the Old Man Thomas 
- wild and gray
His whole life happend 
- yesterday
Lets bury him down 
In sand and clay
Say a quick prayer 
And be on our way

The Old Man Thomas
Is gone for sure
One last drink
Then he closed the door
No new words 
From his drunken pen
And nobody knows
If we'll meet again

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