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‘Lonely’
Her shadow getting long,
The sunset nears, the night-
Fall follows shortly, carrying whispers
Of those ancient songs and other whispers
Of times forever gone, and long
Forgotten, but waking every night
To teach their sorrow to night-
Ingales until the break of morning, when whispers
Die, and so does the long-
Ing. For now
her long night whispers.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

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