Meagre trees in the shrouds As olde as the stones.... Mourners of abandon'd love Fornever their woes shall grow silent
O how many times may the moon has shone -reflected in these black lakes? Should it be that we can hear The woes of those who ceased their lifes?
O so old they are... They bare the neverending grief... Age-old miserability Ancient bitter beauty
Lost is the hope of those Who walk the moors with pain in heart ...and all joy it sinks Burried deep forever presumed dead
O so old they are... They bare the neverending grief... Age -old miserability A bitter beauty thrilling me
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