What can I offer you now, now?
Heavy the years pour over me. How
give you the freight of them,
spare you the weight of them?
What have I learned for you here, here?
What have I saved for you, made for you? Where
the word to pass on to you
with my blood gone to you?
Only the rain beating now and the trees dim ïn the air.
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