[R.Nattefrost '94]
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Come death
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before it slips through my hands.
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Like long-drawn echoes merging far away
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to a deep and pounding harmony.
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Vast as the night and as vast as light.
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Scents, colours and sounds to each other reply.
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Your wounds are infected
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and life neglected.
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These are the autumn years.
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Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows.
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You cut the wound to release the pus.
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You cut your wrist.
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You do not wish to live
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and kissed the world bloodred.
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Through coldness.
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Third Attempt
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| Carpathian Forest |
