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oh - my the sweet music in the ear -
albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso sleep.

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

its oh so damndest soul!
with the devil-instrument it we reap,
the banquet obscur'd in our thole,
its blood so lovingly our faces smear

of carnagel,

of carnagel,

one funeral many,

swarm god's

two indeed
blest of delight -

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

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

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

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

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