I have a certain thought
it's always on my mind
such sorrows he has brought
and oft he's been unkind
this thought doth take the form
of a summer days storm
upon skies of the clearest blue
he casts his shadow upon my view
well housed he rests in my head
from day till I cast my self to bed
when the sun has kissed the skies good bye
he sings my soul a solemn lullaby
yet oft i've dreamt him gone away
and to rise to the rays of a new born day
where the grass is green and skies are blue
and only the sun is in my view
this is the dream to which I sleep
this is the dream I seek to keep
for some light to dispel his shadow cast
then might I be free atlast
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