That was Me Yesterday
They hang motionless from the gallows
Pale bodies every one
They are feet swayed by the breeze
And spiritless hands
Such holy weathered hands
Oh how they do freeze
Farewell to an era done
And farewell to the era that follows
poem by Hubert J. Humperdink
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