| One might see in Mina
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| My disease
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| But it is She who has infected me For all eternity…
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| As the sun slips the tearaway stars
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| Into the scented scheme of night
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| I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
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| Set upon a marbled dream of white
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| So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
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| Jewelled with a God-lent grace
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| I was close to coming when She bid adieu
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| Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there
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| Oh Mina, obscener
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| Thoughts obsess my days
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| Oh Mina, obscener
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| Thoughts possess me That I must now obey
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| They say the darkest hour
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| Is that before the dawn
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| When nothing in one’s power
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| Can dissipate the great forlorn
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| Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name
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| For dawn is a dusk
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| Wherein needs must
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| Erupt from the grave, aflame
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| Written in the dead of night
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| And riding on the burning wind
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| Smitten by her read delight
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| My words alight like leaves of sin
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| Stepping through a mirror
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| The princess of the emerald glass
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| Brought me one step nearer
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| Love’s infernal past…
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| They say Hell hath no furies
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| Like a woman scorned by life
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| When the Heavenly Judge and juries
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| Participate to chain this wife
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| With forced virtues, Her secret needs
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| Drew on my foreign blood
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| On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites
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| I gave her Eden after the flood
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| Written in the dead of night
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| And riding on the burning wind
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| Smitten by her read delight
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| My words alight like leaves of sin
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| Verona, Marishka, Aleera
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| Brides of old and goddesses all
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| Forgive my wishes to be always near her
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| Forever or whenever seas recall
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| This Aphrodite from my embrace
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| For as Mars (whom her lips placate)
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| I tore these shores with wars of hatred
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| Before our Paris set his fate
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| In Helen, one might find mistake
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| In winning tragedy
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| For all eternity…
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| I am still lovesick for Mina
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| I am still so lovesick for her |