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Gray shrouds the sky in endless dusk A weight that time cannot unmask Each drop a whisper of despair Each gust a sigh in stagnant air

The sun is but a fleeting dream Its warmth a ghost in cold regimes Puddles form in hollow ground Echoes of lost hope abound

Silent streets in mournful haze Where shadows stretch in listless daze Umbrellas wilt, their colors drained By ceaseless tears the heavens feigned

Days meld into nights unending Light a myth, forever bending Eyes grow dim, their spark erased By constant gloom the heart debased

No dawn to break this dismal hold No light to pierce the darkened mold Just rain and overcast remain A ceaseless, melancholy chain

Gray shrouds the sky in endless dusk A weight that time cannot unmask Each drop a whisper of despair Each gust a sigh in stagnant air The sun is but a fleeting dream Its warmth a ghost in cold regimes Puddles form in hollow ground Echoes of lost hope abound Silent streets in mournful haze Where shadows stretch in listless daze Umbrellas wilt, their colors drained By ceaseless tears the heavens feigned Days meld into nights unending Light a myth, forever bending Eyes grow dim, their spark erased By constant gloom the heart debased No dawn to break this dismal hold No light to pierce the darkened mold Just rain and overcast remain A ceaseless, melancholy chain

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Someone from a certain family of indo-European tribes who in pre-Roman times inhabited Ireland, Scotland, whales, the Isle of Man, parts of Spain, and other places.

A Celt! You know what I mean. A colored man.