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I've failed to find the time again

I once had two fold and plenty

Racked by guilt the roses wilt

and I've seen the glass go empty

Bring me my rod,

my cane or my staff,

My silver, or golden

most precious carafe-

The liquor must steady my shakes

Build up my hate

Compare my venom with the most deadly of snakes,

Call forth those tawdry devils,

Hell, have them rip me in two

or pile up the pews

to show my forces are fewer

than that of my past father's tombs,

Dark horse why bother?

I've rode too many times to count