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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