When The Dark Comes
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When the dark comes,
'Is this the end?' I pray;
No answer from the night,
And then once more the day.
I take the world again
Upon my neck and go
Pace with the serious hours.
Since fate will have it so,
Begone, dead man, unclasp
Your hands from round my heart,
I and my burden pass,
You and your peace depart.
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