I've been down where time holds me in her grip
Where the mountains all to the oceans slip
And they're borne away on heavy tides
I'll be left in the dark morningside
All the trees in their golden disarray
For November cold and the breaking day
All the ragged leaves are swept aside
They'll be left in the dark morningside
With a heavy heart that you cannot move
All the troubles they are yours to lose
But a proud heart I cannot abide
He is left in the dark morningside
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