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A Silent Dirge- I look around the skies all grey; I hear a sound my fears allay; With all my heart, I yearn, I pray; To be with you together someday; My life a dirge of seasons astray, I hope and plead in dismay; The moon scoffs at my lonesome fray, My he

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