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Ayou left me there Waiting at the Gbottom of the staDirs with my eyes clAosed AHolding my right hand iEmn my left there is Gno time Dfor AhesitatioEn now you Gcome or Dgo orA go
Rust suddenly falling beside me on a ghost of a morning riding in sorrow to the harbor Far behind oh me the bodies of my friends hanging alone alone again Some twisted thorn tells me you saw me in the night with another keep all my promises to break them I am no oh no, Innocent son. you run rabbit run