The Friend
Through the dark wood There came to me a friend, Bringing in his cold hands Two words - 'The End.' His face was fair As fading autumn flowers, And the lost joy Of unforgotten hours. His voice was sweet As rain upon a grave; 'Be brave,' he smiled. And yet again - 'be brave.'
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"Through the dark wood..."
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