Something To Remember
Swallow to follow, to find Tomorrow-
We look to Love to seek our Sorrow
And, lo! My Soul hath become so hollow
(In my own worry I wearily wallow)
I live to die, grow old and wither
And slip away like snake to slither
No thoughts are present, nor gathered hither-
I drain in Rain to the depths of the River
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