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You weren’t aware that notes could kill,
And yet every human sleeps
To the soft melody of their life;
Ignorance is most tragic, and you for
All your vision could not see the blatant world.

You were a favorite tool, and I weep
Seeing myself in you.  You’re leaking 
Our blood as your eyes turn a wax
Disfocus, and I wonder of that which
I haven’t seen, what shadows of this sun?

They’ll be thunder for his lightning –
They will marry agony over you
And rear a family of miseries.  I wished
To oppose, but all stars are fixed and I 
Too have my place and purpose in Heaven.

I live now to know my flute is a spear,
And from this day, the blade of each
Note will hack some flesh of memory
Unto the plate of my eyes, and I will
Know, and do know, what darkens the light.

I pluck these feathers from my sandals
So as to close your  abandoned orbs
And shield them from the unseen one;
And I add these tears to the river
Of sorrow and my heart to the stones
		Which smooth in Lethe.

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