Now the day is dark
For winter's coming
Blossom bluish spark
Moon above is booming
Morning hours are going
Into night and sleep
Dreamy ways glowing
Breezy blows them keep
Now the day is falling
Darkish profound way
Angels of sleep calling:
Here comes winter's day
Frosty flower silvers
Everything is quiescent
As nighttime delivers
What for dark's meant
Life is now sleeping
In the times of yore
My memories are keeping
All their gone lore
Oh much I'm in sorrow
For my departed missing
I hope new tomorrow
Vivid times be kissing
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