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I had my hopes of how I would beafter living in exile, after closing all eyes to meI have romanced scenes where I re-emerged boldlyand bearded alive with eskimo eyeswith new baby on my back, but from where?I did not count the fact that I have ghosts in my mind, stowawaysgreat ghosts of my lifegreat ghosts of old wivesand their howlingso I spent my wilderness time, pulling my hair, rolling on the groundwrestling them offyelling at no one, punching snowI gathered ghosts and gave them my lecture, I bid them away, pleaded and criedand said there's no room in my life for you or you or your howlinglet my undo these ropes and go on living without younot just change where we livego on getI had my hopes of how I would be after sending them offafter getting set freebut there's no such thing as living without their prowlingso as you can see, having descended the hillI still look like me, I still wallow like Philforever willI'm teaming with ghosts and I still whining for wives, unkniting my browbut now I've surrenderedif you listen you can hear us howling From Letras Mania