| Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades
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| Swathed in regrets, deluded astray
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| Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair
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| Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair
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| Rending and searing and twisting my dreams
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| Alone in the gloom with the nightmares unseen
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| The night has a thousand eyes
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| And the day but one
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| Yet the light of the bright world dies
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| With the dying sun
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| The night has a thousand eyes
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| And the day but one
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| Yet the light of the bright world dies
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| With the dying sun
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| The mind has a thousand eyes
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| And the heart but one
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| Yet the light of a whole life dies
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| When love is done
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| Worthless the pledges, all vows but lies
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| Fateful her kisses, where a serpent hides
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| First beckoned to step from the twilight to glare
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| Then left in the dark for the demons to share
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| The night has a thousand eyes
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| And the day but one
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| Yet the light of the bright world dies
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| With the dying sun
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| The night has a thousand eyes
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| And the day but one
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| Yet the light of the bright world dies
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| With the dying sun
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| The mind has a thousand eyes
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| And the heart but one
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| Yet the light of a whole life dies
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| When love is done
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| Only the stars see
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| Only the moon hears
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| Only the stars see
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| Only the moon
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| And quietly the water-lilies sigh
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| Like the last breath of a weary soul
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| And the weed sway in the dreary waters
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| Like a girl’s dark hair they wave about
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| And the black stones under my bare feet
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| Cold and smooth like her milk-white palm
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| And the silence which falls upon this shore
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| Resounds now louder than oncoming storm
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| For all is gone
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| Only the stars see
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| Only the moon hears
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| Only the stars see
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| Only the moon hears
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| Only the moon |