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 In the evening of a grey day,  bleak day
 I strayed into the dim silence of  hallowed trees
 Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those 
 Where the sacred earth  hides all those we once loved
 
  father, hear 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, I swear I  the demons neigh
 On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under  tides”
 
 Ill-assorted with this life,  cares
  moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way
 Dark berry from my  womb; a frail one
 I was affrighted at  birth, bewildered from the start
 
 Better  would be to stay in the shades
 In the thicket of the dead, in  groves of death
 Here I would  to the end of the days
 
 “Hear me now, my hapless 
 Warn away  yours fears
 Make good use of your brief 
 Life may be grim but death is  austere
 By yourself you sit and 
 By yourself you will have  to repent”
 
 “In  lowly halls
  moon will beam, no sun will shine
  these narrow rooms
 No tears  seen, no laughter heard”
 
 At the dawn  a quiet day
 I  from the woods, returned to the hearth
 And with a restful mind  roamed
 The dreary shores,  darkling wilds
 Greeting all the  that befall
  life as it comes