DAY IS COLD AND DARK AND DREARY,
IT RAINS AND THE WIND IS NEVER WEARY.
THE VINES STILL CLINGS TO THE MOLDERING WALL,
BUT AY EVERY GUST THE DEAD LEAVES FALL.
MY LIKE IS COLD AND DARK AND DREARY,
IT RAINS AND THE WIND IS NEVER WEARY,
MY TOUGHT STILL CLING TO THE MOLDERING PAST.
MY HOPES OF YOUTH FALL THICK IN THE BLAST.
BE STILL SAD HEART AND CEASE REPINING.
BEHIND THE CLOUDS IS THE SUN-TILL SHINING.
THY FATE IS THE COMMON FATE OF ALL,
INTO EACH LIFE SOME RAIN MUST FALL.
SOME DAYS MUST BE DARK AND DREARY.
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