Nocturnal song
Bridal woe
Funereal dirge
The night prolong.
Atop the hill
The cemetery glows
Sighs from below
Sighs from around
Sighs too from high
Nocturnal song
It flows along
As old years flow
And centuries
And Time shall grow
In Motion's glow.
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