Dry Dark Falling

Across the wasted landscape bare
There is a dry dark falling:

The last cloud burnt up with the sun
And no more birds are calling

With joy, or even sadness, for
Some mate or friends who’ve died:

The world is fading everywhere
And so am I
Inside

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