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We who runfrom the presence of the sun
By the voided bitter gleamchasing darkness like a dream
All with weary tasks fordone
´scape the serpents tounge
To catch the shadow,let the substance fall
Like the sun's bright beamentagled in melancholy
Entagled in the black roarsof an image's stream
Put the wretch that lies in woein rememberance of a shroud
The match agreedwith flames admired
Now I find hideousness in mind
Shall I disturb this hallowed house?I have been sent with dusk beforeto sweep the dust behind the door
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