To Melancholy

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Like haze, you come and blur their sight
Like cataracts that sits upon
Their eyes. Like colors, seen at night
Like ink that stained the sheets and run
And spreads, and eat the life, like blight
With teeth that shreds all joy in one
But single licking in its tongue
All that, all Joy they stored is gone.

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