White rose perfume go with thee on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall lightly as
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autumn leaves about they solemn pall. Faint incense rises. O'you, you fell away from me my love,
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like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries. Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals
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where rich shadows fall, things strange curious solemn saviour. You promised me laughter in autumn
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days, now I can't awake from this lucid haze, I can't awake to laugh with you, I'm so weary. Claws
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upon my flesh and statues of lost souls dominate this house. Angels have no pity, their wings have
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turned to stone. Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimensions of heaven and lie enchanted
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forever in the lucid garden of dreams. In all animate sources and creation of belief we travel seas of
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illusions that begin at our dreams. Ethereal architects masters of all fate.
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A Funeral Request (Ethereal Architect)
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