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When my steps would touch this bank no more,
When my life鈥檚 canoe I would row no more,
When all my old debts would be paid
When I, the barter, would end all trade
When beholden I would be to none.
When no feet will tread on this bank no more
In your minds my thoughts may not bore
Gazing at the stars you may not recall my forgotten tale.
When my steps would touch this bank no more
When dust would coat the unused lyre
And thorny bushes would adorn my bower
The garden would be decked in grass
The flowers would be a forlorn mass
When slime would cover the riverbedFor no more on the bank
I would treadIn your minds my thoughts may not bore
Gazi
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