Flower, dear peddles soft and sweet Bring us wine made from stings of honeybees In so much this way the birds may sing From there yonder, beyond the forest green
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"All light darkens, Shall I become Never more"…. Gloom pervades everything, everybody, life is melancholy…. Good poem.