| In dungeons dark I cannot sing |
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| There swept adown that dreary glen |
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| O evening, why is thy light so sad? |
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| The Night Wind |
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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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