In the clinic of life
In the clinic I could only think of two things,
In life and death prowling the area,
And in that girl to whom he wrote with disheartening,
She, knowing of my condition, still wrote to me;
It lightened my sudden perversity of the moment,
It was for me, when I needed it,
There is no greater sign of affection.
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