Cold Is the Night of September
Cold is the night of September
But colder is the soul that drifts away,
A soul that finds no shelter
In the endless rage of day
Lost is the dream that finds no light
More lost is the hope that is so used in the dark
Most lost is the smile in the night
That tries to linger without a spark.
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