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I will wander |
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I will gather my flowers |
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Withered and how soon forgotten |
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Sing with passion |
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Sing with vehemence |
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A grief too sad for song |
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I pick the gravel from my eyes |
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I need no words |
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I am a face rid of features |
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Curse this heedless folly |
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Am I nothing? |
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A plaintive breath, a moment's vision |
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Curse this dead... |
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And words crowd to my blistered throat |
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Dip my wings in your magnificence |
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Separate my head from their crucifixion |
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I lay at length upon the earth |
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Gnats dance through my sable cloak |
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I lay at length upon the earth |
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Heaven is silent in travailed prayer |
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All darkness flaunts before me |
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I wish that peace would revisit my mind |
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Madness endeavours to soothe me |
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Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly |
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When will the sun cease to climb? |
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That I may write my last farewell |
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To these gaunt residing shadows |
