Now I'm old,
Gust of wind blows me cold
Sitting on the rocking chair
Which has been sold
Writting my fables,
With a quill
Sitting on a rocking chair
That makes me ill
Words of flame,
That makes me fame
Sitting on a rocking chair
With all those shame
Now I'm gone,
That's the end
Sitting on a rocking chair
Is all I have ever did
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