Silence threads the evening's cloth
Poor summer stones tread fading ground
Which wide sadness is it tonight?
Do I choose?
The wet weeds, the low light
I was once a man who shivered
At what horrors could
Be found among black treetops
Now I have nothing inside me
If I had the strength, I would climb
Poor summer stones tread fading ground
Which wide sadness is it tonight?
Do I choose?
The wet weeds, the low light
I was once a man who shivered
At what horrors could
Be found among black treetops
Now I have nothing inside me
If I had the strength, I would climb
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