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A bleak wind is riding on the waves, And the shadowy foam is hurled; And the gray rains are on the hills And a gray dusk is over the world And bleak moods and shadowy moods Move like the moods of the sea, And mist, like a gray unspoken thought, Is looking strangely at me. And I am lost in grayness, My dreams are still and furled, For the gray rains are on the hills And a gray dusk is over the world. |
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