| In the cosmos
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| There is balm as well as bitterness
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| And that balm is Nepenthe
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| Yet underneath endless oceans of sand
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| I have not forgotten
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| Those who had betrayed me
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| Silent and unmovable
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| I am not sorry
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| For I had hated the light
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| Now I ride with the undead
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| Across the night-sky
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| And play by day
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| Amongst the catacombs of Nephren-Ka
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| In the sealed and unknown
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| Valley of Hadoth by the Nile
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| I know that light is not for me
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| Save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb
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| Nor any debauchery save the unknown feasts of Nitokris
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| Beneath the great pyramid
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| But in the loneliness of entombment
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| I welcome the bitterness of alienage |