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A MAN YOUNG AND OLD
Were I but there and none to hear
I'd have a peacock cry
For that is natural to a man
That lives in memory,
Being all alone I'd nurse a stone
And sing it lullaby.
I'd have a peacock cry
For that is natural to a man
That lives in memory,
Being all alone I'd nurse a stone
And sing it lullaby.
