Many years afford me thy;

Find not me screaming why, oh why!

Why oh why for this or thy?

Why oh why for he and I?

Rather walk with head hung low

While trickster time doth tug us so

Years behind strike one as being

Far from that, where once eyes seeing

Saunter sinners; unafraid

Make not of me your tortured slave

Lay down me not in this old grave

Trickster time my soul shall save

Find not me screaming why oh why

Many years afford me thy



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