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There is a faint
Glow of
Eastern blue
Whirring with hues of warmth
The warbling
Song
Sparrows
Ignore my mourning
Languidly
I turn over
And I am limp
In somber hope
Soberly
I salvage
I forage and cull
What is left of my sum?
What is left of my sum?
What is left of my sum?
I can only
Call up
A vague hum of
A hymn I cannot wholly hear
And the lingering
Regret of
Wasted song
And melody not quite clear
Melody not quite clear
(Melody not quite clear)
