Tales of Dreary

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Time passing talkes of dreary,

clouds beyond the gray of rain,

eyes are red and weary,

wondering if still sane,

for I was told a dreadful story,

one of pain and sorrow,

one of love and joy,

hidden in the moon's shadow,

a kiss upon the soundless lips,

tears fall in the rain,

walk upon the silent night,

overwhelming light of pain.

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