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The dogs didn’t bark much
they knew he was asleep
besides by now
they’d had their keep

As the willow trees bark
crashed downward before the storm
they began to howl
for him to come to the door

Iron against iron
water upon rust
they prayed for him to wake
awake now he must

Yet the old man was tired
his fire had burned out
by now his mind was wandering
slowly round and round

he longed for one more summer
one more year above ground