How strange the quality of grey
Among the air today
Not a sorrowful hue
Nearly a dread to rue
Strange color transformed
Even unequal though same
Clouds and sounds so stormed
But my heart cries a different name
Then, even the turn of the fates
From gentility to shuddering sputter
Does not alter prior dictates
Only proves existence of a stutter
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