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My song of sorrow is sung silently;

Very few will be able to hear it.

I raise my sad heart and pour it out-

Rich with emotion and silvered tears

In the cold dew-drenched dawn-

Rising above the earth in a painful ecstacy

Of mellifluous golden notes.

Rejoice if your ears catch the sorrowing beauty

Of this silent song flooding the day.