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The Wires
The wires show far and darkened,
Lines on a sunset sky,
And still the black wires sing me
Their song as I plod by—
Far and far the black wires wind, and I am old and tired,
And naught is left to seek or find of all that I desired:
Old folk are wise too late,
Old feet cannot roam,
'Tis a short way to everywhere,
But oh, a lost way home!
Lines on a sunset sky,
And still the black wires sing me
Their song as I plod by—
Far and far the black wires wind, and I am old and tired,
And naught is left to seek or find of all that I desired:
Old folk are wise too late,
Old feet cannot roam,
'Tis a short way to everywhere,
But oh, a lost way home!
