| Oh when I saw you standing there
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| Wild flowers dying in Your hair
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| Child of harvest time coughing up must
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| Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
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| Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill
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| Your smile started bleeding and then the nil
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| Shearing and sharing Your Love and Your Rage
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| Whilst hawk’s head descending
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| Spewed out a new age
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| It isn’t very good
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| In the dark dark wood
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| In the middle of the night
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| When there isn’t any light
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| «There are four corners to the world» She said
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| «And every one is manned with Fire and Ice»
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| Through black glass darkly I can see Her truth
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| Arrayed and raised and raising walls of war
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| She points to squares of wax and writes backwards
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| I veil my face from Her and from Her light
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| The pointless games she plays out for want of power
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| To slake our bloodlust and for sake of pain
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| Her ugly shapes breeding in Her secret mound
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| The Call of Aethyrs and the Dog Star crawl
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| There’s one cracked bottle with no label on
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| She nods and gestures limply with Her broken smile
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| «Do you fear Death» she says to me and shows me seven scars
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| The seven seals of Her seven years of Rose Cross madness
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| «Well christus tell us that little children suffer-
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| It’s only right that we should learn to suffer too»
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| The first seven are red as blood
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| The second seven not so red
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| The third seven like whitish smoke
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| And all the world seemed to be in darkness
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| And all the world seemed to be in brightness
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| There are four corners to the world I lie
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| In forms of fire have lurked across its floor
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| And little banners displaying their little creeds
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| Have made our season on earth as red as poppy fields
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| «There are four corners to the world» She sighs
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| «There are four corners to the world» She cries
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| «There are four corners to the world» She lies
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| «There are four corners to the world» She dies |