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Story of Bill
Sitting on my window sill
There I stood thinking of Bill
The day I saw him on a hill
And I knew he was my only will
We talked and he told me he was ill
I asked when and he told me when he was lil’
He was sad and he had not much left till’
The curse inside of him finally kills.
In a sudden he dropped and through him ran chills
I laid him on my lap and asked for his pill
“Of them,” he told me he had a mill
“For me surviving is none to nil”
My eyes full of tears began to fill
Because there I was rocking dying Bill.
