Darkness overcomes meA great tiredness overwhelms meMy spirit must rise
Half A CenturyNo One Is Immortal HereSo Much Time Wasted
Walking in the WoodsBow Hunting is in ProgressMe In My Deer Suit
Empty shells all bleachedScattered amongst sandy dunesNothing begets nothingness
Quiet Solitude Creeps into the morning dewAlways me alone
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