A lonely corner, grim sentiment dwells,
Inviting me, the melancholy way;
For behold my heart, love no more compels,
And despair threatens, mist graying the day;
That sprawling fen, my mind's tainted visage,
Adrift with thoughts, being neither glad nor bright;
Outside the window, a joyful image,
Yet my eyes ignore the uplifting light;
A-midst the crowd, all those unburdened souls,
I wander, gripped with my relentless gloom;
My humor, similar to long-dead coals,
I can't foresee my escape from this doom;
Forever trapped by cold dejection,
I must hope for my heart's resurrection.
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