Here beneath the starry night
A dream passed by without a word
Like a grim shade creeping and swearing
Revealing crowns of a fiendish woes
Which no man ever to contend
In yonder a sound of anguish
Lurking beyond vision
While a thousand began to shift
Ascending without entrance
And scattering without assuage
Lost in each tread it paces
In a dolorous mist yet to disperse
Leaving gaudiness and solaces behind
And shadowed in unending agitation
Coming back is what it cries for
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