Sad and sorrowful, gloomy rhyme;
Is cast upon with dismal hue.
No one left without a clue.
Living, ceaseless, endless time.
Colors scant, the raven crossed;
The sky of gray and black to swoon.
The hills no longer sing in tune.
Sparrow, Lark, their songs are lost.
But where is life when love is gone?
I looked but nothing left is found.
Heaven not Hell, glory bound.
When day meets night, all alone.
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