The
Dawn
Though
It
Came
Yet
Still
Drear
All
Turned
And turned
I
Saw
A
Yawning
Face
Of pale
I
Heard
The
Creaking
Of
A
Groan
I
Was
Drear
Even
In
The
Dawn
Then.
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