Not me
Not on me depends
Not I
Today a tower I built
Yes, on the occasion of my birthday,
My sixty-eight birthday
Sixty seven winters have I seen
Yet more, more, more almost each day
Wild Fear liked my paling Face
Not by seasons only, but by day
And for decades in this misery I have lain, up to this Eve
The Eve of my Sixty-Eighth birthday.
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