I sat upon grassy linen
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Looking far into my thoughts
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Among deep and dark forests
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Lining a hazy grayish loch
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And there inside foreshadow dealt
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A vision to perception
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A prophetic form of imagery
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Manifest in shadows obscure
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And destiny falls to ruin
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No discourse but archaic filterings
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Of black and cryptic signs
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None helping a bleak understanding
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Of things not yet to come
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In the misty drizzle
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Entranced to deep in mind
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I saw an image foreboding
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Of the world which rests outside
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I saw a sea of tranquility
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At rest in the arms of the storm
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And destiny falls to ruin
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Destiny Falls To Ruin
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| Solitude Aeternus |
