Despair
There is a winter in my soul,
A winter of despair:
Oh when will spring its rage control?
When shall the snowdrop blossom there?
Cold gleams of comfort sometimes dart
A dawn of glory on my heart,
But quickly pass away.
Thus Northern Lights the gloom adorn,
And give the promise of a dawn
That never turns to day.
A winter of despair:
Oh when will spring its rage control?
When shall the snowdrop blossom there?
Cold gleams of comfort sometimes dart
A dawn of glory on my heart,
But quickly pass away.
Thus Northern Lights the gloom adorn,
And give the promise of a dawn
That never turns to day.
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