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I have my hopes of how I would be after living in exile after closing your eyes to me I even wrote scenes where I re-emerged boldly, bearded alive with eskimo eyes new baby on my back but I didn't count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stored away great ghosts of my life great ghosts of old wives and their howling so I spend my wilderness time, rolling on the ground pulling my hair and wrestling them of yelling at none, punching snow I gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, bid them away, I pleaded and cried there's no room in my life for you or your howling let my undo these ropes and go on living without you not just change where I live go on get, I said I had my hopes of how I would be after sending them of after getting set free but there's no such thing as living without their prowling as you can see, having descended the hill I still look like me, I still wallow as Phil and forever will I'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives, unkniting my brow but now I've surrendered In fact I've joined in You can hear us howling From Letras Mania