The streets that lie along the shore
Are quiet now, before the dark;
But soon, the menace will arrive...
(All paths deserted in the park.)
Today, this troubled neighborhood
Awaits whatever grief may come;
Will someone's son give up his life
And shatter joy in someone's home?
Beyond my window lies the sea,
Ruffled by gentle bursts of rain;
Both sky and ocean mist in gray...
Do angel tears splash on my pane?
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