| Here is so desolate;
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| Times, they are dark
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| Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar
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| Empathy arises
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| whilst thou drapest this world in black;
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| The only colour that can paint my soul
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| Clad in the shades of night
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| Thou reflects the pure of heart
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| Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth
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| The thorn in my side — thou retainst
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| Thy breeze maketh me shiver
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| Maimeth me with its frozen malice
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| Thou minglest with the dense night
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| I hearken to the voice of thy winds
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| They are the saddest of all sounds of thine
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| Never will I take leave from thy haunt
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| Hast thou ever desired me?
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| I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence… |