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Cold, sad and lonely is my endless seeming sleepdown here in this Grave, where Love and Death must part,only the Magic of these Flowers keeping my Soul alive"
The Queen of the Nightsky has risen to bewitch melike Bats on evil Wings I fly through Her Kingdom
So that the Shroud's pure white may shine in Purple(
Yet) the Brightness of another dying Sunthen Doomsday will be done"
Blood is Life!"
This Wine, as sweet as Thy starlike Beauty,my golden Fruit on the Tree of Passion and Delight
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