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And so ten centuries solemnly collide |
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Love failed and |
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I have Lost my |
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Name Secrecy hoards the treasure |
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Coveted most by me |
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As rainwater collects in barrels |
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Sleep covers |
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Abuse with |
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Time Too many dream-haunted hours |
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Leaves me with seasons swelling and growing |
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And without welcome, fading |
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Something makes sense in ripples |
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Grief is the corpse from which worms feed |
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Alas, I am not this stricken man |
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Suspended by sunlight, shadows break |
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Their silent vigil |
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As rainwater collects in barrels |
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Lucifer rose up to kiss the analgesic dawn |
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While below, |
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Something roll'd the stone away |
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Something makes sense in ripples |
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Gradually, |
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I saw Abuse is a |
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Name And ghosts will seem forever |
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Less fantastic |
