Midst
The sunset's mist
has toned the blues
take dreams amiss
lies midst and true
One comes to dig
the mistic soul;
which holds the fig
lies midst and love
One's bite and free
deceit, how cold
the hand which feed
midst dreadful hope
The river's sound
has toned your name
day's tears ran down
midst heartsick vains
has toned the blues
take dreams amiss
lies midst and true
One comes to dig
the mistic soul;
which holds the fig
lies midst and love
One's bite and free
deceit, how cold
the hand which feed
midst dreadful hope
The river's sound
has toned your name
day's tears ran down
midst heartsick vains
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