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Those Days You Were Dying
I Is Harmony the trace thou leave in dance? And will whose hear quivers thy neck, When from thy silent kiss will hence The breath of light and yet its wreck. II Where are thou? from a echo lace The frailty's jar of pure and dense Waves on which is reflect'd face whose brow to thee is frost and tense. III Why is the dream thou wing so far From the awake and slumbering of mine? Ne'er a grief will play us to be par, Thus sheds the dawn its yielding line. IV Ghaters the handless vim and reel itself the same through all its fond; It hasn't in a possible or feel: Is sacrifice alone our truth and bond! V While tempests surface from relic Skim Of woes and sorrows, blue and blood, Steams in the breeze th'entire brim: Is nothing being conceiv'd or understood. VI Which lie has been obey'd by thy laws? Defected them were not begone; The pact is not as ground, it blows 'Til be a sweet or awful moan. VII For Love had curs'd the void, this spot, and burnt the unseen in flawless heat: The knee of Faith reveals its Knot, The side of Law conceals its sheath.
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