CONEY ISLAND HARBINGER

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Island and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeping a little pace from day in and day
The last syllable of the time;
And we all fools lightning
The way to dusty death. None of those, brief candle!
Life, but darker short, a poor player
Guitar on stage and struts time
And then there was nothing. It is a story
An idiot, full of sound and humor, said
It does not.