Dec 2014
He lies, my brother, in the open,
No sleep, no dream, no hope bright,
Only fog, only chill, only spirit's sounds,
O my God! Descend a warm shawl for his night!
No sleep, no dream, no hope bright,
Only fog, only chill, only spirit's sounds,
O my God! Descend a warm shawl for his night!
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