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POLONAISE
So long, so long, the solitary night:
But day will break, and bring the happy light,
And then I shall arise and see the sun.
Nay, for the night has fallen eternally,
The shadow of death is heavy over me,
There is no rising up for such an one.
But day will break, and bring the happy light,
And then I shall arise and see the sun.
Nay, for the night has fallen eternally,
The shadow of death is heavy over me,
There is no rising up for such an one.
No gay glad day, no quiet twilight hour,
No mist of morning or sweet noonday shower,
No twitter of birds or murmur of labouring men;
Only the wizard mockery of the moon,
The wind repeating the same weary tune,
The dreams that light a little and fly again.
No mist of morning or sweet noonday shower,
No twitter of birds or murmur of labouring men;
Only the wizard mockery of the moon,
The wind repeating the same weary tune,
The dreams that light a little and fly again.
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