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Oh... my visions aeons hence
Of those winged ghouls at the Doorways to dreams Those falling, stealing shadows Dancing in the moonlight, The dim light, the dark night The bright plains, The golden skies The woven glittering of forests The warble of birds, The sunset rise of many spirits The crimson collapse of Sun, through the valleys clad in dark Wilderness, the forests of abyss Twilight throwing itself to the night Devoured is the light And I lust at my love These realms, oh so barren for her radiance is missing "If she were here, I'd be God" And the thought that struck me Plunged my visions to decay And I fell to the abysses And I awoke, next to her...
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