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Hospice GatesOn the hill adorned in dewI miss seeing you Though your den of verse In the clinic stall They've confined me to Loose the noose I wear And I'll run away Away with you All riled, night's young I lunge, gutted on Hospice gates Into these rooms Your bawdy verses boom "If you don't know me now You'll know me soon." All riled, night's young I lunge, gutted on Hospice gates |