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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 emergeth yon the
the throbbing and breathing of machinery!

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

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one maketh many,

swarm acres;

two indeed
blest of delight -

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

enraptur'd by the beauty of the
shadowsphere,
we two abide the time of the watch.

make this cherish'd feast
but until the new ascendeth.

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

pray, ne'er hither daylight!
wane to the wight,
velvet darkness, thee we bestow!
it in velvet fright