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In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be, |
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The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me; |
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The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep; |
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My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep. |
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Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb, |
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O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come. |
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My dainties grief shall be, and tears my poison'd wine, |
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My sighs the air, through which my panting heart shall pine: |
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My robes my mind shall suit exceeding blackest night, |
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My study shall be tragic thoughts, sad fancy to delight. |
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Pale ghosts and frightful shades shall my acquaintance be: |
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O thus, my hapless joy, I haste to thee, I haste to thee. |
