When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! Whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay But leaves it?s darken?d dust behind Then
I had a dream, which was not all a dream The bright sun was extinguish?d and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless
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I gaze at the gray sunless sky I feel the pain as I?m about to die To my grave I go To the pits of hell I shall flow My funeral march is crossing the
