Sad-Eyed And Soft And Grey
Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn
Across the long grass of the marshy
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown
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Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn
Across the long grass of the marshy
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown
A heart after you left
Is a deserted island,
Pure and lonely.
No need for self-destruction,