They gasped for breath in that dark dungeon cell
A hundred and forty six men huddled in black hell
In that hole of Fort William eighteen by fourteen
The screaming souls realized next morn wouldn't be seen.
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The old man tells the hours almost perfectly
From the length of shadows
Having walked the length of life
Without ever needing a clock!
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Whenever I go to the roof to spend some time my own
find the chunk of the past I left memories rusty grown
see there shadows of father hear his walking feet
if I strain my senses hard even hear his heart beat!
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Only when there is a power cut
down here are city lights dead
Can I see up there the stars’ glut
Unseen moon over head!
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I confess to you
I hardly confess to her.
Why I say this is
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On the river's this side
the boat waits for high tide.
beckon me the far line trees
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A year older, a year wiser
A wisdom always in the making
Nourished by experience
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