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Lonesome under stars tent
Walks through the silent hour
Boy wakes out of weird dreams
His face decaying it seems
Crazed woman weeps open hair
In the window staring barred
On the pond, on sweet drive
Lovers journeying wonderful
Dark is the sound of springs rain in the night
Drops of my blood falling unto golden plates
In myrial coffins, a laughter whorish and wise
Lust of heart, songs of madness and night
Killer smiling bleach in the wine
The sick caught by moral fear
Nuns pray naked and wound
Before gods pain on the cross
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