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WINTER LOVE MELANCHOLY
The seabirds cry out across the harbor. I hear from them a high lonesome song.
And in the distance a fog horn, It, too, sounds a plaintive note, Repeatedly
reviving my sorrow.
The damp, hard, winter wind frightens me. I have a bad shiver.
The nights remain very long. I no longer seem able to recall how
Once a summer sun had warmed the days.
Even though I use both my hands And pull down hard upon my stocking cap,
Its edges fall short of cover for my ears.
I know that I might never kiss her again.
Mercy, please Mercy!
What hope now for life, When Heart has packed her clothes and left
me!
I am Stanley Pacion.
That was a poem called, WINTER LOVE MELANCHOLY.
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