this dole crowner gallows me
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as this mere welkin hallowed be
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whereupon i trick and train and tire
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to limn my umbered love in fire
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before this noble mare bewrays
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as i clearly see it all decays
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in debile coil of smoke suspires
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may our last orison quickens as we
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are drumbling near this poize of free
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quell me maculate slowly dyer
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case my remains with sharpened brier
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atone me to my throes curtail
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to dim and dire fields i vail
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and my eale's but a slumbering lier
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then so lingered here but none
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to buckle back what had begun
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in molten aeons caged desire
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dared phantasma us much higher
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ceased to milch the clover flower
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neither raindrops nor my lover
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shall restore what has been done
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when we're all keeled in freezing sun
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Phantasma De Luxe
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| Tiamat |
