The Old Men Admiring themselves in the Water
| I heard the old, old men say, |
| ‘Everything alters, |
| And one by one we drop away.’ |
| They had hands like claws, and their knees |
| Were twisted like the old thorn-trees |
| By the waters. |
| I heard the old, old men say, |
| ‘All that’s beautiful drifts away |
| Like the waters.’ |
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