| A glow of light from one so old
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| Every page calling my name
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| Symbols excuse me of all blame
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| Your presence here astonishes me
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| The colossal things that you will read
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| Just breathe my name to set me free
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| Your soul alive will be my fee
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| And one by one the numbered fall
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| My duty is its own reward
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| Better do ill than suffer it
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| Alarming fingers of my wrist
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| My name is dark and my want will claim thee
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| The command to weep has now been given
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| This is how the words are freed
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| And the lashing whip of utter greed
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| A ruined soul and empty man
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| A lost shaow so old and damned
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| An awful martyrdom, so holy and feeble
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| A winter face, lonely eyes
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| A husk containing bitter lies
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| To sleep now, buried away
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| To be read again, to be obeyed |