| Refurbishment Of A Weary One | |
| of sorrow i had sung through tunes of bleak, nostalgia in my heart of autumn's weeping. why cruel winter have you done what i feared in dark alone to me would befall? oh cruel and evil aged man who blows his frost upon the land, what pleasure do you take from this? what answers do you crave? from me do . . . | |
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