| Death sailed these waters black
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| Ahead the sombre troops of creeping doom
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| With plagues poised to attack
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| And trailing fetid, morbid stench of tombs
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| Dark omens in the fog
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| — a cuckoo’s voice cut violently short…
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| The scythe of vengeance struck;
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| Deep sleep engulfed the land forevermore
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| A lonesome bird remained
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| Its wings all worn and cruelly broken bones
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| Afloat, with silenced heart
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| And songs unsung — eternally unknown
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| Tomorrow’s snow will hide
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| And endless night embed your brief remains
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| One day new light may well
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| Ignite the night with mysteries arcane |