Grotesque fairyland-astray
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With fine falling snow
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this myth now melts away
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Through bloody archways
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it flows upstreams to see
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this heartache parching me
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Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden mask
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My tears ooze away on drifting soil
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Through peace I stride and flee
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Your musing thoughts caressed by fear
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I hear some nightingales, they sing
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My withered dreams to heal
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Beauty's rose should never die
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My grief lies onward, joy behind
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But nature calls it to be gone
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So tired with my woe...
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Stormy gusts of winter's day
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For restful death I beg
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Ere that sun doth wake
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Drown my sins'black memory
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What freezings have I felt
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what dark days seen in sleep a kind
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Mounted on the wind your bareness
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comes to touch the seals
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Stormy gusts of winter's day
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For restful death I beg
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Ere that sun doth wake
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Drown my sins' black memory
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For never resting time leads summer
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on my heart is slain
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Withing this would which iron did impress
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there will a river whispering run
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The very birds are mute
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The dread the winter's near
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Their sings, they wet my eyes
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Drown my world with weeping earnestly
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Too hot the eye of heaven shined
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Anon, the tunnel I will find
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Praise deep vermilion in the rose
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What tree or stone doth want a soul?
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Light, thy picture in my sight
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It's held within his hands
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It's grounded in my heart
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Disguised in bridal veils
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Morning shadows wear away
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How many mornings have I seen?
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In Broken Images
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Darkseed |