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00286--MYSTERY












MYSTERY

Unkind with nightmares night grew
Restless seas sounded deep thoughts
Dragging in the street like a drunkard
Bad fate stepped into human lives

Sighs of widows blew out the candles
Wandering souls sang melodies mysterious
Earthy mourns rose and darkened the sky
That of fancies floating strange and plenty

A huge mortuary at night the world is
Waiting to know the taste of soil
When freed from one slave of other
When broke all arms slave of death.