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 AFTER MY LAST SONG

I shall rest when my last song is over

The air is smelling like a feast of wine;

And purple breakers of the windy clover

Shall roll to cool this burning brow of mine;

And there shall come to me, when day is told

The peace of sleep when I am grey and old.

I'm wild for wandering to the far-off places

Since one forsook me whom I held most dear.

I want to see new wonders and new faces

Beyond East seas; but I will win back here

When my last song is sung, and veins are cold

As thawing snow, and I am grey and old.

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