Ever Effervescent -come, shine of the morning dew-
Our words hushed within the requiem of dusk
Within sorrowful nights come wistful days
And o'er the saints and their haunting gaze
A shade, one more
A day foretold
My heart at peace, at tender brow
What's dark and bright
Comes day and night
The morning dew mellows
At the barron's implore.
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