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[marekind]

". . . I grow old . . . I grow old . . .

I shall weat the bottoms of my trowsers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trowsers, and walk along the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves,

Comments

[anonymous]

that's beautiful.

[baby_koozbanian]

Are you disturbing the universe again?

Geez...