In slumber she lay's, All mind in haze not knowing, what fear this brings, Solitude within a crowd, down comes the veil on with the shroud. What is that shadow, can we see the form, Oh only if it was another dawn. The rise has been from mid to dusk and back again to her mistrust. Where is the light beyond the dawn, she falls again but to mourn.
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