Will you look upon this weary face
When it all ends some coming day
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When the volcanoes erupt
And the sky fall
Or will this face be saddened
With sudden human twist of betrayal?
Will there be your shoulder to lean on
Will there be your care and pats,
When tears cloud the blue eyes
And bomb blasts destroy all?
When the nights are cold and lonely
And we sit broken and hungry
Will there be a drop of water
From your dry rain-water pots?
Now we are young, but age comes
Will you keep your promise
Of loving, when my eyes grow old,
And as the candle lights go out?
Will you look upon my weary face
When it all ends some coming day?
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