On the air, appeciably sad
As feels more empty
Which room's silence, long craved for
Lavishly granted thee!
A daft world, none would dither
Shutting a thick door on!
Yet how more tragic, again
For what, wiped out, now be
In needing to face have we
No good laughed at reason!
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