| Cycles of hatred
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| Deathlike dissolution
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| I rode beneath thy burning eye;
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| In thought that can alone
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| Ascend, and so be
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| A partner of your crime
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| Heralds have known
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| Dreamt for thy Infinity…
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| Over every spot that has been by you caressed
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| From columns high, the raging beast awakes
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| And storms of retaliation unfold
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| Enthralled by hypnotic tones
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| «Forever abused…»
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| Softly sings the plague
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| Still a voice divine can sing
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| And this incomparable beauty
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| Still adorn a rotten heart, my own
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| Where the poison shines and boils
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| And in each note; |
| emotions flung
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| Aloft with fevered pace
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| The music of my soul is sung
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| With tainted grace |