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A complaint in deafen clouds
Rises from the depth
the night's shroud of a dying world
tells a speechless tale

What awful dreams come to night ?
Such dreadful groans sound this time :

When the stars fill up the darkest skies,
As far as memories of the past.
When the devil of mourning says:
Don't ever dream about these days.
And when the glow is on the waves,
All is stained in red and it reveals
The painful dusk of buried smiles,
And the dreadful swamp of lies.

When the tiny child plays and hides,
It's sorrow's glance on time.
When the fragile light breaks the night,
It's to tell the truth of the past.
And when the wind blows the gleam,
All shades to grey and darkness falls,
The twilight's kingdom of burning tears
Come and rise from blackness fears.

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