2021.10.19.
The Death poem
The Drums hasten the men’s passing away.The fall wind's gusting, the sun is going to down in the twilight
They say, to the otherworld, no saloons on the way
Then, where shall I rest tonight?
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The fall wind's gusting, the sun is going to down in the twilight
They say, to the otherworld, no saloons on the way
Then, where shall I rest tonight?