Solace for the weary,
The call is bugled out,
Focussed and feverish,
In the shivers of fatigue.
Tremulous and pale,
The heart's echo,
Thumps with impudence,
In the mysterious evening.
The call is bugled out,
Focussed and feverish,
In the shivers of fatigue.
Tremulous and pale,
The heart's echo,
Thumps with impudence,
In the mysterious evening.
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