It’s time to go down to the one tree hill To the place of apples and the brandy still, To the silent hill which will now awake With children and laughter and Arthur’s cakes, To the stream of people who
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I don’t want to grow old.
I don’t want to grow old in a mirror, Or in the bright light of company, I don’t want to be pitied like an old dog Patted and put to bed.
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Blackness and the seeping gloom Of winters nights, of fearsome storm, Cold that to the bone doth cling And wet that doth our courage wring A biting wind, a deepening cold Bend our back and make us old. A dream
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