Lonesome Spirit’s Cry

Like a vessel ever brimming full,

Spilling a few drops now and then.

Such passionate pull,

Tears escaping my eyes to pen.

Thy melancholic tone with gloom so dull,

None of my efforts could gladden.

Tormented heart to sweet dreams I lull,

Before something horrible might happen.

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