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WINTER LOVE MELANCHOLY
The seabirds cry by the sea,
Their songs are sad,
Their refrains freight my melancholy.
And in the distance a fog horn,
It, too, sounds mournful notes;
It repeatedly revives my sorrow.
There is a damp, hard winter wind.
It beats on me, causes terrible chill.
The nights remain very long now;
I despair of ever again to feel,
How the summer sun warms.
And now I wonder,
Might I ever kiss you again?
