The Pant

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As the sun bids farewell
And darkness begins to reign
There's something inside that dwells
A voice within that's in pain

Deep into the darkness impending
Long I stood there fearing and marveling
I saw a glimpse of the sepulchral
No, I won't hover

Soul, take the ease
And let this sorrow cease

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