There is more evil in the lesser ones than in the greater.
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This is the problem with the middle management.
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Behold ! Assured dreamer you, above the luminaries in the Aether,
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You are the one, who has produced the thoughts, which meant
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So much to them, that now they use your dream, live at this place
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And - after all, block the way back to your estate.
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Don't listen to their sweetest explanation's woven lace,
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But go and get it back, and do revive it's state.
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As long as endlessrevels last there,
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So mount this bird bound for the space
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Between reality and haze
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Of madness, and turn when cloying notes which sound
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To please the masses, try you to haunt !
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Shun sickly chords of candy and yours will be the town
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Forever set in Golden Dawn !
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"For you know that your gold and marble city of wonder
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Is only the sum of what you have seen and loved in youth.
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This loveliness, moulded, crystallised and polished by years
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Of memory and dreaming is your terraced wonder of elusive sunsets"
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H.P. Lovecraft
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Turn, turn to your dreamed city's sloped height,
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And yours will be the town, forever bright
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With solemn melodies so candid,
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Yours the key too for keep and hand it !
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Nyarlathoteps Reception
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Payne's Gray |