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#PanthersKing


Jeremy Igo

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One of us sings in the street, and we listen to him;
The words ring over us like vague bells of sorrow.

He sings of a house he lived in long ago.

It is strange; this house of dust was the house I lived in;
The house you lived in, the house that all of us know.

And coiling slowly about him, and laughing at him,
And throwing him pennies, we bear away
A mournful echo of other times and places,
And follow a dream .
 .
 .
 a dream that will not stay.

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