This Is The Dark Hour
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This is the dark hour,
When music cannot soothe the soul,
And words are unable to arise;
From imagination's dried up wells.
This is the dark hour,
When the fabled gods retreat,
When fragile beliefs are shattered;
And time seems to grind to a halt.
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