Francis Macdonald Cornford - The Watch

Francis Macdonald Cornford - The Watch

I wakened on my hot, hard bed; br Upon the pillow lay my head; br Beneath the pillow I could hear br My little watch was ticking clear. br I thought the throbbing of it went br Like my continual discontent; br I thought it said in every tick: br I am so sick, so sick, so sick: br O death, come quick, come quick, come quick, br Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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