There is a sorrow in these bones That must have come from lives before, Descending with melodious tones Deep into my being's core.
I have ejected it and yet Cannot wholly its force expunge But these tears I will not abet And take the melancholy plunge
Into that darkness and the fate Of those aligned to falsehood's will, Who grow into disheartened state And in the silence darkness fill.
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