I
Speak
And
Myself
Only
Be hearing.
There
Were
Days
Of
Sun
Rare
Rare so to say:
But
Then
So many
The days of rain
Startling
From
Thunder
Pain
Of
Lightning!
I will still look to the little sun there was
Despite the freezing I look at what was done
That be my life
My own life that I have
And I must keep, I know, I know.
And I must keep.
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