Bring hour upon the shattered hour,
Of quitude and bliss.
The moment has arrived,
The falling feathers kiss.
Lay within the human grounds,
Of sught and moral aptitude.
The movements of the earth goes round.
The laws of science prove.
Within the realm of antiquity,
The tortured heart will sway.
Alas another melancholy day.
Away, away, away.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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