(In fifth chamber were Unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the expanse)
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"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the humble grave
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For a minute trying to make out
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What's been hidden there for years
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hat it wants to speak to me
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Stuff and nonsense!
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It's absolutely mute so it is full of bones,
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And worms,
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And brown remains in rotten rags"
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I used to comprehend all thoughts of thine
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Thou wert my bond
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Oh, devil's concubine
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Who could not wait to die
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(Neither could I)
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Thou hast embodied grandeur of virtue
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Which took event
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When thou wert slept
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Nane could perceive it till thy doom...
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...Abducted thy attachment and spirited thee off.
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Light in thy casements turned to deep dusk for aught I know
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"Ye wad have glimpsed the outline of her in the Scotch mist
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She wrapped in mystery so did she not e'er exist?
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It takes place during the night
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When ye tend to turn off the lights
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Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee
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Towards the conformity!
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Thou can't deplore the bones of thine for aye
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As soon as corpse decay
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Ghost hath to fade away
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Evince the senseless corpse -
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The senseless corpse of thine
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Sunk into oblivion!"
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Nane shalt annoy its rest
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Nane shalt annoy its rest
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Nane shalt turn that soil to annoy!
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Do let's jog as frenzy feasts
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With cunning it affects us all
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All sincere senses are to fall
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Under its burden
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Ah, meanwhile it strides o'er corpses
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Only ghost is to survive
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The tedious phrases can't describe
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All incarnations of...
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Never-ending essence
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Diabolo he was named
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He's monster in the mortal flesh
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Strikes in weak corpse of yours
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Strikes in weak mind of yours
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Penetrating all your thoughts
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Never-ending essence
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Diabolo he was named
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Hark!
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"So I remained looking thoughtfully at the phantom
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For a minute trying to make out
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How it could appear... What it wants to speak to me
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Stuff and nonsense! It's absolutely mute!"
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He's to be your eyes -
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What are you to see?
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He's to be your ears -
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What are you to hear?
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There is nothing to be done but to serve him!
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If you do not mind so you're to do!
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Methought thou wert departed
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Methought thou'd gone without any explanation
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Utterly I was proud that I wad ne'er hae seen
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The"subject of my pride"
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I've got to wear the same way
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Because of suicide!
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Stormy night sways wooden cross
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Without any screed or remorse
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Wrapped in mystery thou shalt beget thy sigh
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Thy screech"Wha am I"?
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It takes place during the night
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When ye tend to turn off the lights
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Wrapped in mystery askance she looks at thee
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Downwards the conformity!
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When I close my eyes I see
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Only dead of night entirely... So dark
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I am afraid to cease the dream of mine
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So you ought to believe the lie
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Believe in grave or you may die
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Believe in cavalcade of destiny
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Wrapped In Mystery
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Divina Enema |