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In the cosmos |
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There is balm as well as bitterness |
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And that balm is Nepenthe. |
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Yet underneath endless oceans of sand |
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I have not forgotten |
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Those who had betrayed me. |
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Silent and unmovable, |
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I am not sorry |
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For I had hated the light. |
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Now I ride with the undead |
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Across the night-sky |
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And play by day |
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Amongst the catacombs of Nephren-Ka |
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In the sealed and unknown |
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Valley of Hadoth by the Nile. |
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I know that light is not for me |
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Save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb |
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Nor any debauchery save the unknown feasts of Nitokris |
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Beneath the great pyramid. |
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But in the loneliness of entombment, |
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I welcome the bitterness of alienage. |
