Gaping windows of a weary soul
Raven vastness does enthrall
A dropp of tear, a trickle of thought
From frailty, courage be wrought
Careful you, who from the light absconds
Put no faith in futile rondes
Solaced oblivion is naught but blight
Oh life lost unto the night
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