A soft and moaning wind is sighing at my door, A long and slow lament, though I know not what for. Almost breathless is the song, if wind can breathless be, The night will come anon; it's closing in on me.
Reason for writing:
Depression - it happens to all of us!
Birth sign: Not entered
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