It's been dark and a foreboding day,
I've been weak, weary,
and things sure are dreary.
Now I wait for night and midnight,
Once again to ponder more
1809.01.19.
Evermore.
I've been weak, weary,
and things sure are dreary.
Now I wait for night and midnight,
Once again to ponder more
1809.01.19.
Evermore.
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