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Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Huxes like moisture through pores.I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life -
Gloaming the sequence -A momentary view.
Perishing intervals of rejoice -
My supreme happiness is lost!
Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth -
The earth is now destin
éd to be made forlorn -
Forlorn from the enlivening energies.
Am I not anylonger living?
In mournful silence I suffer -
In peace I now will rest.
My hard-working hands
Are now repos
éd.I close thee my belov
éd into my heart -
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -
As a dear and precious remembrance.I'm dethron
éd in the reign of entity -
My tears descend like of ebony -
Life is the theatre of tragedy -
Dying - I only feel apathy!
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