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Grotesque
With fine snow
this now melts away
Through archways
it upstreams to see
this heartache me
Burns my gaiety, tahng it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting

peace I stride and flee
Your thoughts caressed by fear
I some nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to

rose should never die
My lies onward, joy behind
But nature it to be gone
So with my woe...

Stormy of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere sun doth wake
my sins'black memory

What freezings I felt
dark days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your
to touch the seals

Stormy gusts of day
For death I beg
Ere that sun wake
my sins' black memory

For never resting time leads
on my heart is
Withing this would which did impress
will a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The dread the near
Their sings, they wet my
Drown my world with earnestly

Too hot the eye of heaven
Anon, the tunnel I find
deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone doth a soul?

Light, thy in my sight
held within his hands
It's grounded in my
in bridal veils

Morning shadows away
How mornings have I seen?