The fullmoon, of late ethereal autumn Is the coldest and most melancholic All is dismal and void of life Under this Decembers moonlight This Requiem of December is the deepest and grey Mourning and melancholia attend me in this Requiem No trace of light, within my eyes, Nor on my face so pale Reciting this funeral melody I wore my black dress This is my blue memory of an extinguishing life
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