How full of mourning
This life be!
Mourning, mourning
Where you see
Where the glance
You turn to be!
And the night
Is of mourning the sad
Light!
Sad light!
Sad light!
Sad stars white
Yet mourning loud
Mourning, mourning
Roaming streets and alleys
Strait
Round and round
Ghost and shroud
Mourning
Mourning!
Full of mourning
This life be!
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