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Your light, it fell upon me,In blazing veils of gold.But Day had reigned already,And there was little warmth left.The winds caressed the weary trees,And sang a last lament--Unknowing if the lightWould e'er again return.The raven caws calmlyAnd turneth its way home.The clouds trade their moodsWith the waxing of the Moon.The stars take their steadAnd recite the names of Night--As my mind falls in tuneWith the eternal becoming.
From Letras Mania