Black night of water and thunder

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Black night of water and thunder,
oh what such a morbid blunder.
I see the black goose creeping,
much as like the widow seeking.
The unlit pitch black sky
made that poor seeking widow cry.
I believe there is nothing thy can do,
but weep for my missed love to.
I know I look sad in my face,
please now wipe me away, with no disgrace.





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