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Beneath a sky of leaden grey,
A poem of gloom takes hold today.
With ink of sorrow, it starts to flow,
Weaving a tapestry of melancholy woe.
In somber verses, sadness weaves,
Beneath a sky of leaden grey,
A poem of gloom takes hold today.
With ink of sorrow, it starts to flow,
Weaving a tapestry of melancholy woe.
In somber verses, sadness weaves,