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Night's cry
What I have done?
When the distance of the lusty killing
Or the thing he has touched, the hours that brazen
On the peak of this wind's falls, the beauty
Thought which I was still sleeping
With pain I could feel, you're still walking
The wounds upon the strangled memory I hold,
All become so unhealthy, implored, and hard to swallow.
What I have done?
For many who have dreamed or were just drifting
The treasure of living up into the exhaustless dawn,
The brave word I loved or it never was.
How could I fail if I am the same bloody
Soul you have made me to believe on you?
Tell me, dear morning, or you dying evening,
For what I fell by giving you all my love,
I've failed to feel you after you have disappeared!
Shall I say these is love, fondled declaration,
Or just the denial of man's things.
What a good for it when at every dream I have been
Or the waves I watched through the window of the night
And now, the holy light of this day blinded me
And surpassing me what I felt all have already gone!
Tell me, please, what I have done?
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