The Voice
Like a cool vapor falling
The voice of death is calling:
" In my dim land is Peace.
By the Lethe-languid fountains,
In my mist-shrouded mountains
All cares and clamors cease. "
The voice of death is calling:
" In my dim land is Peace.
By the Lethe-languid fountains,
In my mist-shrouded mountains
All cares and clamors cease. "
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