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Grotesque
With fine snow
this myth now melts
bloody archways
it flows to see
heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, tahng it's golden mask
My tears away on drifting soil

Through peace I and flee
Your thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales, sing
My withered to heal

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

Stormy gusts of day
For restful I beg
Ere that sun doth
Drown my memory

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

Stormy gusts of day
For death I beg
Ere that sun doth
Drown my sins' black

For never resting time summer
on my is slain
Withing would which iron did impress
will a river whispering run
The very 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
Praise deep vermilion in the
What tree or stone want a soul?

Light, thy in my sight
It's held his hands
grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal

Morning shadows away
How many mornings I seen?