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Long shadows cast by street lamp posts

This solitary night I ponder

Foreboding silence chills the bones

As your pain and sorrow I remember

A restless soul, a sad heart

Tenderness and warmth you so ached for

The shroud of cold and restless world

Made you yearn for the dreaded door.

Must your gentle heart be torn apart;

Must it come to this, O tender soul

But do accept, ’tis better far

Than swim another day of woe

So in the lonesome of the night

Consoled I am as I am sad

It did arrive, and at long last

The journey’s end you finally had

So sleep in peace, O gentle soul

Embrace the dark and ghastly Sheol.

Take pleasure for incessant slumber

Until the last day’s trumpet hollers.

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