| Foul snake despair
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| Where once you darkened gardens
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| Another coils there
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| Where twice you sliced all hope from me
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| And left these present scars
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| An insane love now burns above
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| The weft of incandescent stars
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| Hilt your dripping fangs that range
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| Skywards to rend apart
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| I might have sang of wings unchained
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| But long before I locked my heart
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| For Gabrielle
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| A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts
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| Whose beauty fostered poets
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| Whose laugh like silver bells
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| Thawed your bitter winter from my path
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| Gabrielle
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| Foul snake despair
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| Where once you peddled secrets
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| Another spoils there
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| With speech that sweetens drowning
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| In deep lagoons of eyes
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| And legs that begged apologies
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| For lengths that mesmerised
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| Spare your hissing sentiments
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| For her fee welts more than thine
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| Though no malice she weans
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| Just a palace of dreams
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| Where windswept chambers pine
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| For Gabrielle
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| Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold
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| Her rouge lips smack of dark blood
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| Her name in whisper rolls
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| Forever on my tongue
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| Lest her memory dissolve
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| Gabrielle
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| Oh, Gabrielle
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| Once crucified
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| I would have died
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| A thousand more times
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| Just to feel her breath
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| On my neck as a fervent lover
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| To drown her sighs
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| In floods of tears so well refined
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| And blind from spying her
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| In the arms of others
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| Buried inside
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| Where she’s all but mine
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| Save for those that dine
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| Oh her, on her perfect carcass
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| Foul snake despair
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| Where once you wreaked my misery
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| Another toils there
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| For long lost Gabrielle
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| Whose nightly spreading grin
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| Persists in other faces
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| By whom I’m slowly taken in |