When Sadness settles on my empty soul
Like an anvil on the blacksmith's clay floor
Winking at me mischievously and droll
I receive the familiar visitor;
When sweet Melancholy covers my hope
Like a black curtain eclipsing the light
Softly touching my arm helping me cope
I believe everything will be alright;
When Loneliness lays in bed beside me
Like a blanket of snow on the high plain
Whispering need in a seductive plea
I grieve that by my side she can't remain;
For although their reputations are known,
In their company I'm never alone.
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