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 In the evening of  grey day, a bleak day
  strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those been,  gone
  the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
 
 “O father,  these words, your son is not made for this world
  and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
 In the woods the fiends sigh,  swear I heard the demons neigh
 On the seashore  espy the dreadful void under the tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with  life, these cares
 Each moment I am waiting for the worst  come my way
 Dark berry from my mother’s  a frail one
 I was affrighted  my birth, bewildered from the start
 
 Better it would be  stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in the  of death
 Here I would lie to the end  the days
 
  me now, my hapless son
 Warn away all yours 
 Make good use of your brief 
  may be grim but death is more austere
 By yourself  sit and wait
  yourself you will have time to repent”
 
  these lowly halls
 No moon  beam, no sun will shine
 In these narrow 
 No tears are seen, no laughter 
 
 At  dawn of a quiet day
 I strolled from the woods, returned  the hearth
 And with a restful mind  roamed
 The  shores, the darkling wilds
 Greeting  the days that befall
 Taking life as it