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FORLORN
My wisdom crumbles.
I am as a lone child.
Oh, had I the heart now
My weeping were wild.
I am as a lone child.
Oh, had I the heart now
My weeping were wild.
My palace dwindles
Thin into air:
The Ancient Darkness
Is everywhere:
Thin into air:
The Ancient Darkness
Is everywhere:
But the heart is gone
That could understand,
And the child is dead
That had taken Its hand.
That could understand,
And the child is dead
That had taken Its hand.
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