| O' splendid Death, how I do long for Thee
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| Please, carry me through embellished gates
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| For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror
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| Glisten bright in unconscious passion
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| The lust for eternal departure
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| For in my dreams
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| The heart’s most beloved
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| I do breathe nevermore…
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| In the distress of life I demand
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| The plagues from below to storm again
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| And so they swept through the world
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| Yearning for liberty
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| As I witnessed once in the mournful visions
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| I now behold the grandiose gate
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| To the vastly unknown
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| For this I do proclaim; |
| to the grave I belong
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| Since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt
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| For which poem in the world could portray
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| The woeful absurdity of inception’s cause
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| From nothingness to sordid matter?
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| We do not belong to this stillborn world
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| But to the endless void, the void of it’s grave…
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| O' splendid Death, how I do long for Thee
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| Please, carry me through embellished gates
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| For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror
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| Glisten bright in unconscious passion
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| The lust for eternal departure… |