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IT IS NO TIME

It is no time

Since we said goodbye

My son and I

His silent goodbye

Like the darkening sky,

 

His blue, blue eye,

As time passes by,

Is with me alway

As night follows day

 

Ashes that drift

And silt in my head

I know he is dead

He is dead

He is dead

 

It is no time

Since we said goodbye

My son and I

His silent goodbye

Like the darkening sky.

◄ When the poet ceases singing

H.M.M. Committed suicide, Cambridge, 1873 ►

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