A vast and vacant vale
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Ornated with haxe-veiled sylvan lakes
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Wherein aught dive straight
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Wor-begone shadows and nocturnal fays
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Oh pure primeval gate
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O'er grand piny mountains thou wait
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'Neath the night's queen face
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I wonder at the infinite space...
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Caught in marble cold, crowned with a aurecle of livid flame
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Veiled by fragile silks, naked she stands in the garden of grief
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Distant thunders break whilst she weeps for the hustling flurry
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And as the wind arrives I cling to her eloquent cold skin and sigh
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The moon became my heart, pulsing the silver blood of thine
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A new eyeless sight thou givest mee to admire a world sans light
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Nightwards I sweep by the purest catharsis, the divinity of silence
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A rapture so cold...obscure in melancholic sublimity
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'Neath Selenic Majesty
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Crown Of Autumn |