| White rose perfume go with thee on thy way
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| Unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall
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| Lightly, as autumn leaves about they solemn pall
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| Faint incense rise
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| O’you, you fell away from me, my love
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| Like all earthly things
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| Vanish into death’s cold mysteries
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| Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals
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| Where rich shadows fall
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| Things strange curious solemn savior
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| Solemn savior
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| O’you, you fell away from me, my love
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| Like all earthly things
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| Vanish into death’s cold mysteries
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| You promised me laughter in autumn days
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| Now I can’t awake from this lucid haze
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| I can’t awake to laugh with you
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| I’m so weary
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| Claws upon my flesh
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| And statues of lost souls dominate this house
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| Angels have no pity
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| Their wings have turned to stone
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| Come, travel, naked lovers
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| Beyond all dimensions of heaven
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| And lie enchanted forever
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| In the lucid garden of dreams
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| In all animate sources and creation of belief
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| We travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams
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| Ethereal architects, masters of all fate |