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The mourning left me cold and droning
as a gloomy dire form
vacant droning, aimless roaming
no where to go, no where, no more

there was no hint of home
nothing but my empty bones
without a thought, left moaning alone

passing boring, deep and honing
and with a groan, I'm left alone
the morning left me cold and droning
passing moments on my own
with no reprieve from the mourning
from the pain I bear alone
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