There comes mourning at the end
Vague watercolor of
Ghost and shrouds
In procession
In procession
And the eyes that swim around
And the silence full abounds
Tragedy after tragedy
Strikes and funereally
All in mourning
All in shrouds
All in rattling skeletons
And at night
The sound of chains
Long the streets
And groans aloud!
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