At The End
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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At the end
When more than half the leaves are fallen
And passing underneath the boughs bending
And see as in a rainfall the laves falling
And feel under your feet the crunch
Of leaves just fallen:
Then stop for a moment walking
And of sickness and the rest thinking
You will sit under a bough musing
And whither be, will be or were calculating
Then say ‘I am a little more wise
My open eyes more opened
At the end of the Tunnel there's dim light
When more than half the leaves have fallen…
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