When dusk is the most solemn
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When clouds do shine bright
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Melancholic them I sight
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And remain with a mournful eye
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Sadly staying, is it maybe
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My verse that weeps so mild
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Like a storm on oceans far
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A sign of a sooner death?
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With autumn approaching
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Could I be the leaf carried by winds
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And finally falling down
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Already being forgotten?
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When dusk breeds utmost
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When clouds do shine bright
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Melancholic them I sight
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My eyes bitterness host
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When dusk is the most solemn
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Oceans mirros in the moonlore
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Splenetic and lonely shore
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My heart sad anthems hosts
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Stingher / Alone
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| Agathodaimon |
