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Dejection A lonely corner, grim sentiment dwells, Inviting me, the melancholy way; For behold my heart, love no more compels, And despair threatens, mist graying the day; That sprawling fen, my mind's tainted visage, Adrift with thoughts, being neither glad nor bright; Outside the window, a joyful image, Yet my eyes ignore the uplifting light; A-midst the crowd, all those unburdened souls, I wander, gripped with my relentless gloom; My humor, similar to long-dead coals, I can't foresee my escape from this doom; Forever trapped by cold dejection, I must hope for my heart's resurrection.