Sad Silent Home

Die Verbannten Kinder Eva's

Away the moor is dark beneath the Moon
And rapid clouds have drunk day's last pale beam
Gathering winds will call darkness so soon
Will call the darkness soon

Away away to thy sad silent home
Pour bitter tears on it's desolated hearth
Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go
Like ghosts they go and come

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