It was so very long ago
That I became friends with Sorrow

I met her at the spring of tears
Together we have walked all these years

Her eyes are like the black night
When in the heavens, not a star is in sight

On her lips is a mournful melody
To the transience of life, she sings a monody

My days are filled with gloom
The hours pass by with forebodings of doom

She is ever so close beside me
As though the sky has fallen into the sea

And not until comes my time to go
Shall I be free of my old faithful Sorrow.

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