Lyrics by John B Tabb | ||
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MY MESSMATE.
Why fear thee, brother Death,That sharest, breath by breath,
This brimming life of mine?
Each draught that I resign
Into thy chalice flows.
Comrades of old are we;
All that the Present knows
Is but a shade of me:
My Self to thee alone
And to the Past is known.
Lyrics by John B Tabb | ||