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Here am I, red and sour. Mine eye smiling to thy side! |
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He lives in a river |
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From Carina's door |
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Washing out the devourer |
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Of dying acres |
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Maybe salvation deserves this? |
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All in my hand overcame me. |
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Eyes on you, I drowned in yours, and then |
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My house forsook me. |
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Lithely trickling away, my name from thee |
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In a slumber-call... |
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Hast thou dreamt my name? |
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Haste, my weight is hollow. |
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Speak, and it saves me. |
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Haste, speak, trust me. |
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Atop a hill, a marvelous night's |
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Lustrous vistas mark the year, |
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Creeping across the barony. |
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Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze, |
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Admonishing thee of wicked pleasure. |
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I scheme to renounce my treasure |
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With a furtive smile, silence |
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But tears, they stream for thee |
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Thou! Lusting a dungeon |
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This land is like... a goblet of the thick |
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And black! |
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Brim-filled before the moon-crest |
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I'm pondering a wall |
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And poised with knives |
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And then, I look at you |
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(Secretly, of course) |
