Dorothy Parker (Дороти Паркер)

The Small Hours

No more my little song comes back;
  And now of nights I lay
My head on down, to watch the black
  And wait the unfailing gray.

Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow;
  And sad's a song that's dumb;
And sad it is to lie and know
  Another dawn will come.

1. I Shall Come Back
2. Chant for Dark Hours
3. A Dream Lies Dead
4. De Profundis
5. Somebody's Song

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