Oh aged bones I hear thy creak
With such loudness do ye speak
But time I've not for thy chatter
For my soul ye cannot tatter
Though ye come to inflict thy pain
With it comes the words to gain
Depths of my soul can now be reached
Far down whence it not be breached
In blessed repose now comes the thought
In joy and bliss ti's more than sought
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