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Dark Song

On the leaden morning background

The rider

Stood silent,

The long mane of his horse in the wind

Disordered.

O God! O God!

The riders must not stand,

When an incident is imminent.

Beside the burnt hedge

The girl

Is standing silent

And her thin skirt in the wind

Is stirring.

O God! O God!

Girls must not stay still

When men,

Tired and disapponted

Grow old.