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Within a Window’s view afar
I gaze unto an inured bough ;
Upon which yearns a Whippoorwill -
In loneliness of sough .
For such a cry of emptiness
Through seasoned years of horrid wae ;
It matters not of dark the night
Nor Waiting’s one more day .
O endless , constant leer of such
To dree in hopeful’s vain ;
Ever shall we bide the morrow -
Edenic’s view is nane !
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I gaze unto an inured bough ;
Upon which yearns a Whippoorwill -
In loneliness of sough .
For such a cry of emptiness
Through seasoned years of horrid wae ;
It matters not of dark the night
Nor Waiting’s one more day .
O endless , constant leer of such
To dree in hopeful’s vain ;
Ever shall we bide the morrow -
Edenic’s view is nane !
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