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Song Of Mourning

This trouble
Is bigger than my mouth,
How shall I say it?
How shall I say that the evil visitor
Knocked at your door?
What path trod it
To arrive at your door?

It is over!
The suffering is over!
The writhing and panting
Like overfed lizards,
The chafing and contrition,
Like pepper on the grinding stone.
It is over!
The enemy holds sway,
And all must grovel before it.
It is over!
Fire has burned us.
Let us hug our grief
As the last breath is drawn.

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