Gray Skies
It is not well For me to dwell On what upon that day befell, On that dark day of fall befell; When through the landscape, bowed and bent, With Love and Death I slowly went, And wild rain swept the firmament. Ah, Love that sighed! Ah, Joy that died! And Heart that humbled all its pride; In vain that humbled all its pride! The roses ruin and rot away Upon your grave where grasses sway, And all is dim, and all is gray.
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"It is not well..."
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