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Whelmed in the blackest of shadows

In sombre and beautiful gloom

And the spectral shapes that surround me

Convey ideas of sorrow and gloom.

Worn the deep tint of the cypress

That hangs down its branches at night

I buried myself in the waters

The depths of the descending night.

O wander in that happy valley

Where my flowers still hide their beauty in fear

Cause every single note

Of your summer lullaby

Shall breathe my sorrow

And embalm this frozen heart.

A rose grew in the enchanted garden

We lived in and revel no more

All beauty sleeps in our darkness

And lightens this burden no more.

The name of the rose is "redemption"

Abloom on a cold nameless grave

The name of the garden is "silence"

And sleep covers my silent grave.