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

my precious,
likest thou emergeth yon the distant?
the throbbing and 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 lovingly across our faces

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one maketh many,

swarm god's

two more:
treat of delight -

give for the blood it bled,
a rose for the dead!
grant a for the dead!

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

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

be - harken the lure of night!
bale in its damndest shadow,
me in night, ne'er fell rue,
in its face, behold! naught grue.

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