| Deep into the darkness peering
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| Long I stood there fearing
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| Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before…
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| But the silence was unbroken
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| And the stillness gave no token
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| And the only word there spoken
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| Was the whispered word: Veritas
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| This the dark whispered
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| And an echo murmured back the word
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| Merely this and nothing more!
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| Fools and faith conspire
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| Questions of desire
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| That they never owned before
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| Kings without their armour
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| Men without their honour
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| We all slip into oblivion
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| We are the dark inside the night
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| The ghosts about which the poets write
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| And the dreams that night’s embrace
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| That slowly leave without a trace…
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| O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare
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| Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc!
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| Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind
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| Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind! |