Oh my oh my, when I close my eyes.
Everything turns blank, darkness exposes from inside.
I feel dizzy, stumbling and shaky.
Yet I'm still standing, but it's aching. ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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