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alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the rain, Like tears that are falling in vain For a loss that is gone past regain, Falls soft on the window-pane Of my room.

Alone, alone, alone. And no one to hear my moan In the world’s great heart of stone; Only poverty that wakes disgust, Only promises light as dust, And nought that is true or just, Cold hearts that you cannot trust — Alone.

Weary of hopes that fade. Of a life that is one long shade