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The darkened shadows crush the living spirits,
As if they weren’t living at all,
Must I tremble in the fear and sadness,
That darkness carries on,

Harsh winds blow away the shelter of a spring day,
Leaving the habitants as prey,
It’s not enough to slum away,
As the char coaled day seeps through,

And yet in my sadness comes restraint,
That must be learned to be dealt with,
And so as darkened shadows creep their way in,
I go willingly with peace.