I told them of it long and longer ago,
How she would die
How again the future turned,
On the corner of my eye.
That calamity was soon at their hand,
But they were not to understand
That my mind is gone to future’s past,
As fortune is to cast,
My predictions are of sand
Without an open hand.
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Wishing you the best in 2016! I really enjoy your blog and work!
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Thank you, I hope you have a happy new year!
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