Thank you for the crisis The danger is past And the lingering illness Is over at last
Sadly I know I am shorn of my strength And no muscle I move As I lie at full length.
But no matter I feel better at lenghth And I lie so composedly Now I'm in my bed That any beholder Might fancy me dead And start to beholding me, Thinking me dead Thinking me dead.
Sadly I know I am shorn of my strength And no muscle I move As I lie at full length. And no muscle I move, As I lie at full lenght...
