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

my precious,
likest thou what yon the distant?
the and breathing of life's machinery!

wanion its oh so soul!
the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
after the obscur'd in our thole,
its blood so across our faces smear

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one funeral many,

god's acres;

two indeed
treat of delight -

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.

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

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

pray, come hither daylight!
wane to the wight,
darkness, thee we ourselves bestow!
misery it in velvet