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As an old tree bent by ages of winds
So am I tired.
As an oak-leaf blown out upon the sea
I am lonely.
As a storm-conceived adventurous wave
Divides before its thousand lonely deaths
On alien shores
My life shall end.
So am I tired.
As an oak-leaf blown out upon the sea
I am lonely.
As a storm-conceived adventurous wave
Divides before its thousand lonely deaths
On alien shores
My life shall end.
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