Mill-Doors

Carl Sandburg

1878 to 1967

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Mill-Doors - Track 1

You never come back
I say good-by when I see you going in the doors. 
The hopeless open doors that call and wait 
And take you then for— how many cents a day? 
How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? 

I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists. 
In the dark, in the silence, day by day. 
And all the blood of you drop by drop, 
And you are old before you are young 
You never come back 

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