The Final Dawn
The last wind blows in from the east,
And the singing of the birds has ceased.
The final drop of rain fell long, long ago,
And never again will there be a winter's soft snow.
And the singing of the birds has ceased.
The final drop of rain fell long, long ago,
And never again will there be a winter's soft snow.
The river has stopped and the bed is dry,
And centuries ago was heard the wolf's last cry.
The trees are now cold and grey and bare,
And the endless silence I can no longer bear.
And centuries ago was heard the wolf's last cry.
The trees are now cold and grey and bare,
And the endless silence I can no longer bear.
So now I am alone to howl at the moon,
And maybe, perhaps, the final dawn will come soon.
And maybe, perhaps, the final dawn will come soon.
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