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I would like to get a chance
To try it for a few years—

Not to have a thing to do,
Not now, this day, nor the next—

See how long it could take me
To get used to it or bored,

Or bored and then used to it.
What a fine waste that would be,

So long as I had a bed,
A good bed, and food to eat,

And scenes out of doors—dull, grand,
Both would be fine, so long as

There was not much in the way
Of loud booms, bursts, screams, or roars.

Yes, a few years of light wind,
Bright rooms, sun and moon. An end.