THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
processional funeral
Like the barren field s
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of a broken heart
Sorrow do drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life
my regrets
:: ~~~ ::
THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
processional funeral
Like the barren field s
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of a broken heart
Sorrow do drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life
my regrets
:: ~~~ ::
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