"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
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I sense - I cannot sense,
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I am - yet! I am not -
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Once I kiss'd the image
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Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
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"Then, lo! the Bleak Death,
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Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
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Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
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Together red tears they wept,
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And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
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As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."
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"And Hell open'd its doors,
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Yet what was 'fore my eyes
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But if not the brightest light."
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"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
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Allow me thee to adown,
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Of any sort thou fancieth;
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Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
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Yet the pleasure we partake in
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Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
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Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
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Nay - I knew I was fey!"
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"Yet as thou so didst,
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On my lips a kiss land¨Īd,
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And with the shadows blend¨Īd
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The tendermost silken mourn.;
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In which the light hidden is -
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Yon Hell's brazen doors
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Wrothfully it trieth to push."
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"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
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Together red tears we wept - in vain,
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And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
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As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
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I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."
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"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
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But if not the brightest light."
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On Whom The Moon Doth Shine (Unhum Mix)
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
