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In dungeons dark I cannot sing
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O evening, why is thy light so sad?
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The Night Wind
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There swept adown that dreary glen
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None of my kindred now can tell
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The Morning Star
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Iernë's eyes were glazed and dim
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Start not! upon the minister wall
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And like myself lone, wholly lone
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My Comforter
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