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May 2017
In a deep deep well,
Where I dwell, dwell, dwell,
I can smell, smell, smell,
All the stale, stale, stale,
Souls.
And I hear, hear, hear,
Bells are near, near, near,
And it's clear, clear, clear,
Death is here, here, here,
In the walls.
Then I know, know, know,
Fear will grow, grow, grow,
Hearts will slow, slow, slow,
Life will flow, flow, flow,
Down the halls.
And at last, last, last,
Low the mast, mast, mast,
Trumpet blast, blast, blast,
Life has past, past, past,
To the falls.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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