The eternal gates' terrific porter
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Lifted the northern bar
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Thel entered in and saw the secrets of
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The land unknown
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She saw the couches of the dead
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And where the fibrous roots
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Of every heart on Earth infixes deep its restless twists
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She wandered in the land of clouds through valley dark,
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listening dolours and lamentations
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dolours and lamentations
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Waiting oft besides a devy grave
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She stood in silence
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Listening to the voices of the ground
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She stood so still
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Until to her own grave plot
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She came, and there she sat (down)
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And heard this voice of sorrow breathed
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From the hollow pit
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Why cannot the Ear be closed to it's own destruction?
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Or the glistening eye (to the) poison (of a) smile?
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Why are Eyelids store with arrows ready drawn
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Where a thousand fighting men in ambush... lie?
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Secrets of the Earth
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Why a tongue impressed with honey from every wind?
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Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to drawn creations in?
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And Why a little curtain of flesh
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On the bed of our desire...
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The Secrets Of The Earth
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| Stormlord |
