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Şarkı Sözleri Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of TragedyHarken! - teh clouds musteréd in dark -So painfully easing.Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;Its years of yore in a mïre,Each like a corpse within its grave;Wrought for us a yearn of lief;'Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;Ne'er hath it exist'd so sonorously - Jostl'd away the pale drapeThat us had been o'erhung -Tempt'd thy shutters to openAnd thus quench'd the hearth;Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold -With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscapeLike a star of heaven in the broad daylight -This joy subdueth until it again waneth,Save the drooping winter of stalwart.