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Born in 1948, Peter Street struggled at school with epilepsy and illiteracy in Bolton and, later in life, as a slaughter | dG1fRnBDMGNnYWktWmM
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00:00I am yet what I am who cares or knows my friends forsake me like a memory lost I am the self
00:22consumer of my woes they rise and vanish an oblivious host shadows of life whose very soul
00:32is lost and yet I am I live though I am tossed into the nothingness of scorn and noise into the living
00:44sea of waking dream where there is neither sense of life nor joys but the huge shipwreck of my own
00:53esteem and all that's dear even those I love the best are strange nay they are stranger than the
01:03rest I long for scenes where man has never trod for scenes where woman never smiled or wept
01:12there to abide with my creator God and asleep as I in childhood sweetly slept full of high thoughts
01:23unborn so let me lie the grass below above the vaulted sky
01:42is
01:47thank you

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