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Aug 2015
The jolly song that once did sing our soul
Is now unheard of and is long forgone,
For now that wintertide lasts evermore,
When cometh springβ€”when shall our song return?
The lonely soul doth live in misery,
For where we dwell there is no memory.
And now that past is past forgotten so,
I speak alone and dust shall I become.
Juan Albarran
Written by
Juan Albarran  Reykjavik
(Reykjavik)   
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