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oh - my dearest; the music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an dark sleep.

my precious,
likest thou what yon the distant?
the throbbing and breathing of machinery!

wanion its oh so soul!
the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
after the banquet in our thole,
its blood so lovingly across our faces

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one funeral many,

swarm god's

two indeed
blest treat of -

give praise for the it bled,
grant a for the dead!
grant a for the dead!

by the timeless beauty of the
shadowsphere,
we two the overlook'd time of the watch.

this cherish'd feast last
but the new dawn ascendeth.

be still - harken the of night!
bale in each its shadow,
cloth me in night, fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught grue.

pray, come hither daylight!
to dust the wight,
velvet darkness, we ourselves bestow!
it in velvet fright