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HerumorFrom every depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. On the brink of the abyss with a blindfold tied tight should I step into the mist or retreat back to the light? I don't know what is in there whether it be ground or a fall I don't know if I shall dare to take the step and risk it all... |