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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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Now I'm old and I'm rusty, my troubles like sand on a beach, they can't be calculated. I always have waited for something just out of reach. And I to myself am a stranger, my heart is an island of lead, my world is resounding with miseries abounding. There's only one thing to be said.