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Lament
The boy cannot hope to grow His heart will not let him Deep with anguish and despair He cries out for death! Awakes with moans and begs His son to forgive him For leaving it all undone And abandoning him to cope alone with his own darkness, Which will surely descend As water flows. His lament never ends. Ring out-bring the pall bearers. No one will grieve Except the folded over bent double Carcass, full of love and life Twisted with age and pain; She will weep as the boy does whose lament can never end.
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