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The Lonely Memories
The time came, when it was dark in the surroundings,
The silence of nature disturbed, only when the Church bell rings,
The lullaby of the wind, where a lonely cradle swings,
The sweet moan of a baby angel, flapping its tiny restless wings.
The vast, starry sky, with the elegant moon shone in cloudy shadows,
The cold, chilly weather, where dew drops, like pearls, rested on grassy pillows,
Inside the woody forest some refugee light faintly glows,
Despite some strange voices of nature silence follows.
By the river side, the small cottage stood like an ...