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Alone, I hear a voice so young

Who comes from a time so old

Whose words have haunted me

For so long

Hidden in night’s dark shade

Covered from gazing eyes

Heard only by the wind

A ghost that wanders the night

In the night, it calls out aloud to me

And it cries

To face the anguish of the dead

Of a child so torn

Taken from a mother’s hands

The flesh, long lifeless, decays

The soul, that rises, aware

A ghost now deadens the air

Neque avelli possunt, nox umida donec invertit caelum stellis ardentibus aptum

"And they cannot tear themselves away till the dewy night rolls round the heaven, inset with gleaming stars"

(Virgil, Aeneid, Book XI, 201)