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