%title Stretched out underground...
%date 2005-07-18 04:52:52
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Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
	Where my dark lover lies.
	Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
	At grey moonrise.

	Love, hear thou
	How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
	Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,
	Then as now.

	Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold
	As his sad heart has lain
	Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould
	And muttering rain.