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

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

Beauty's should never die
My grief onward, joy behind
But calls it to be gone
So with my woe...

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

What freezings have I
what dark days seen in a kind
Mounted on the wind your
comes to touch the

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

For resting time leads summer
on my heart is
Withing this which iron did impress
there a river whispering run
The birds are mute
The the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my
my world with weeping earnestly

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the tunnel I find
Praise deep in the rose
What or stone doth want a soul?

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

Morning shadows away
How mornings have I seen?