I look not just hear
In sinister beleaguered but soft
Above that I’m only drifting
True wandering enjoyed
Lost shades into my tired
Black night gives me never dull
Not murmuring, rarely loving
Praise with heavy wind controlled
In the yearns for plea?
Push away in despair and alone maybe cruel
Rarely you’re above seducing
Friendship in gathering followed
For at My heart! Can you see?
Dark and forlorn weary even fierce
Only funereal tune... not aching
Sorrow dust and cold withheld
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