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There the bones do sleep |
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And there the soul is soul |
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And there the |
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Gods do weep |
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When the angels fall |
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But here the thoughts won't keep |
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And here the blood runs cold |
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And here the grave is deep |
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And the devil calls |
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Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire |
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Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower |
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Where the jeweled stream? |
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Where the eased desire? |
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In some fool's dream? |
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In the ending hour? |
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I brought my voice, just noise to poor old silence |
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A clanging toy, a clanging toy, empty strident |
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I brought my eyes, in utter ruin sightless |
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The tears |
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I cried, the tears |
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I cried still so frightened |
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Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire |
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Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower |
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Where the jeweled stream? |
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Where the eased desire? |
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In some fool's dream? |
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In the ending hour? |
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Where the silver streets? |
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Where the blossoming? |
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Where sounds so sweet? |
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Where songs of spring? |
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Where words for things? |
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Where golden memories? |
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Where quiet seas? |
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Where certainty? |
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Where all might cease |
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The talk, the want, the posturing? |
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Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire |
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Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower |
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Where the jeweled stream? |
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Where the eased desire? |
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In some fool's dream? |
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In the ending hour? |
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Where poetry? |
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Where mystic harmonies? |
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Where love that frees? |
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Where security? |
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Where sympathy? |
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Where tranquility? |
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Where rest in peace? |
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In the dream or in the fire? |
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Mouth on fire |
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Mouth on fire |
