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When old men die (Villanelle) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry
But who will feed his dog and trees
Was what I thought when old men die
He chose the jungle to father's sky
Monkeys, Nazis, Jaguars & no breeze
His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry
All hunters hunt as all pilot's fly
May God take you home with all ease
Was what I thought when old men die
One plane crashed into a yellow dye
Amazon Don Carlos is Machete & teas
His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry
Lavender pillows and then sleep try
Condors and thunderbird jet streams
Was what I thought when old men die
Aquarius hands hanged garden's high
Whenst stars blaze by as you please
His cobalt blue sigh bid me not cry
Was what I thought when old men die
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