That life had passed,
The heart is sleeping,
And tired really.
And night again has come,
Is looking - fearless
Into my window.
And snow fell on earth,
I can't drive out
The winter's spell...
Enjoyment couldn't be returned,
The burning fire
It's strange to recollect.
31 August 1914
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