In Arcadia ego
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Twisted the rose did grow
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Sucked up the sap of this world
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Blood red the petals pearled
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With some wisdom absurd
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And outside these walls
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The night took the rose
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Bound it with moonlight
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And cut it up with the morning star
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In Arcadia ego
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A rose to drown in snow
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A sepulchre by the sea
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Marble to slumber beneath
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Lulled by a mountain stream
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And outside these walls
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The night knows us all
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In dark woods wandering
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Detached of our soul
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"Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride
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Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom
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All wisdom shut into his onyx eyes
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Our Father Rosicross sleeps in his tomb"
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(W.B.Yeats, Frater D.E.D.I.)
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In Arcadia ego
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How fast the years did go
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And how bitter is the wind
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Blowing from shores of Arcady
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Outside these walls
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The night knows us all
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In dark woods the roses grow
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In hardship the soul
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In Arcadia Ego
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| Babylon Whores |
