Lots of schemes
And worn out dreams
Father time has turned to dust
I've made my plays
And had my days
Put an end to demon lust
All this I know
Still I hoe my roe
And plan another bust
The nite is here
I'll go with cheer
And die as I know I must
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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