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Worn Away
The dark of noght has worn away
my heart, my soul, my life.
And in my bosom my heart compels
my dark and untold strife.
This be the life which within me compels
the darkness of light like jingling bells.
Within me, my childhood lies,
never more seen through thine eyes.
Beyond me, darkness lies.
A dark of death and unheard cries.
Where has my childhood gone?
Has it not bound away like the leaping fawn?
But now the night has worn away
and with it all my worries lay.
