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White rose perfume go with thee on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly as autumn leaves about they solemn pall. |
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Faint incense rises. |
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O'you, you fell away from me my love, like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries. |
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Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals where rich shadows fall, things strange curios solemn saviour. |
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You promised me laughter in autumn days, now |
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I can't awake from this lurid haze, |
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I can't awake to laugh with you, |
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I'm so weary. |
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Claws upon my flesh and statues of lost souls dominate this house. |
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Angels have no pity, their wings have turned to stone. |
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Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimensions of heaven and lie enchanted forever in the lucid garden of dreams. |
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In all animate sources and creation of belief we travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams. |
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Ethereal architects masters of all fate. |
