I am one of these dumb wise men
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So I've much ado to know myself
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I don't know how to get clear
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with all the depths I owe
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Thru the hour-glass they flow
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I don't know the free and offered light
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The lighting of my being is as bright
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If I break the day, what would I gain?
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To hold a candle lighting shame?
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I desire no delight, no more delight
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All knowledge is now burning in my eyes
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You promise me blush life
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I stand for sacrifice
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I wish You all the joy that You can wish
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Spirits dull at night
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I think You are denied
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The light we see is burning in my eyes
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I don't show teeth in way of smile
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I only see the hour-glass how it runs
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By yonder-moon I swear You do me wrong
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With my own hands I strike You honour down
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Spirits
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| Darkseed |
