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coming into the blazing chamber |
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I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art |
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I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night |
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I am divina into the mirrors overfull |
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with the dark of secrets |
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I find traces of past decades |
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I don't want the sun |
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the night is eternal in me |
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like the storms of waterfalls |
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I am in the flames of black art |
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my heart didn't stop beating |
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and my breast isn't icy |
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but my thoughts are covered with the dark |
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and my heart has attired the black |
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where the night spreads to out the earth |
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I will go there looking for the night |
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in the flames of black art |
