I am gradually going home
Having seen a number of days
And I am on the other side
I have tried in vain to change the world
And since I do not the ant the world
To change me, I am going.
My songs of the lowly peasants
Have fallen on deaf ears
Even the regime of clime has shifted
When its hot, its real hot
And when it's cold, its freezes.
O'where are halcyon days of yore?
To give me the lull I no longer
Have in my possession
It tired to be here
And I'm homebound
Every day that comes to meet
My blinking eye a bonus.
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