The Days How Often More Drear Grow
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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From the accustomed drear.
That was enough
But no!
The weather presses on
Ruthless as in race with Time.
Even I
I
I in life from drear to more drear
Long, long have been accustomed
I
And that Custom unfortunate
Showed not ever a sign to abate.
For
Here
From the accustomed drear.
That was enough
But no!
The weather presses on
Ruthless as in race with Time.
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