For I have sought in vain,
A way to leave this empty room,
This silent, lifeless, lightless tomb,
But I can find no door.
A tiny light! I think I see
Somebody there to set me free,
So I reach out, and then
The flick'ring flame dies helplessly
And darkness, blacker than before
Envelopes me again.
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