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I walk with the ghosts of my yesterdays

I walk with the ghosts of my yesterdays
Yesterdays when my diet was dark blue poison
And yet, and yet, no today can be worth as much
But I do not decry tomorrow, for which I labour today
I am but an apprentice now, but the day will come,
It has to come, for it has always come before
And before my assumed siren charms, my Merlin
Like those of yore, will disclose his deepest secrets
And ...