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Loneliness
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Slowly the day has gone by
Ravens sit flock nearby
The minute feebly woven
On ground as if would be woolen
Hacks the time instantly,
The birds flew away silently.
On the black plain with bitter weeds
A lonesome face hangs by a sneer.
Tunnel of light in vain foreseen
The angel came just for displace
The hillock I crave for far away
Fascination consumed away.
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