Gerontion
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Skin, Cloth and bone They will be taken down to the ferryman An old crooked lie The fibres were underneath her fingernails Old and grey, into the grave The taste and the name Have all but been swallowed now from the tip of his tongue The sound of her voice The screaming stopped ringing as he drifted away Never repaid the lives he took away<br /> <br /> Thanks to razvan
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