When
I the
Poet Seer
Breakdown
I
See
The
Sad
Face
Of
The
Muse
And
Lay
Me
Just
Below
A
Tree
Willing
All
Ageing
To
Divert
On
Me
Finish
Finish
Bring
On
The
Dusk
The
Day
Is
Nigh
The
Day
Is
Faded
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