Writhing the waves of heaven the glistening moon on my brow carried to lands of desire from deadly and
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blackest slumber From savage seas and dangerous lands I wander with no hand to show these deepest dreams from
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darkest nights the blackened sun torments me holding me killing me The morning dew at my feet have now left me
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all alone alone and cold Through golden meadows afar a haunting vision has now appeared The blossoms that grow
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around her enshroud my world with joyous tears O how serene this vision is to me the warming sun reveals a
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vessel to lift me above the sea free and beyond beyond
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A Haunting Vision (This Obsequious Dream)
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Mourning Beloveth |