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Forsaken And Forlorn
by [?]

THE house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone.
From the balcony
I can hear the Isar moan,
Can see the white
Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under
a sky of stone.

Some fireflies drift through the middle air
I wonder where
Ends this darkness that annihilates me.