Sing to me,
Melodies of melancholy,
At the midnight hour.
Ask me,
Your questions of sorrow,
As I drift to sleep.
Beg me,
As I answer with woe,
To change my answer.
Sing to me,
Melodies of futures,
Yet to come,
At the earliest hour.
Ask me,
Your questions of hope,
As I rise from sleep.
Beg me,
To change my answer.
As I again,
Answer with woe.
Sing to me,
Melodies of pasts,
Long gone,
At the mid-day hour.
Ask me,
Your questions of wrongs,
As I walk with you.
Beg me,
To say once more,
An answer of woe.
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