When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid⏎ Upon the spirit aching for the light⏎ And all the wide horizon's line is hid⏎ By a black day sadder than any night🏁
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Les Fleurs du mal
by Charles Baudelaire
When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid⏎ Upon the spirit aching for the light⏎ And all the wide horizon's line is hid⏎ By a black day sadder than any night🏁