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Whilere the woe we shared for two
And ours was the silence of the libraries.
The dirt and imperfection of the world
And chivalry and hidden gallantry.
All of the lies of their plain belief
About the faith they had known never
About revenge their hearts pursued all days
The might of their phantasmic saviour.
She led you here in lair of the mahogany
It's cruel seal is gone but print remains.
Just when I rose in my pride
The demon sent the arrow to my flesh.
Now I return again to you so weak and jaded.
Show me the beauty of your dreams.
Do understand my cold and mute love.
Allow me to breathe your cleanness.
I see this world in snow that is around me.
And I prefer to hear and not to say.
I give my mind to melt in your confession.
And now I seem to hear you say:
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"You see these mackerel skies enlightened.
The Psychogogue sits sad below the leaves.
And giant roses grew as high as the sun.
That's how inside I felt and lived.
But colour changes and the rose is hiding.
And flowers of the night arise slowly.
That's where I am now,in infinite slumber.
Where only dwells gracious melancholy.
Be not afraid if I am not as before
Be not upset if it is our last dance
That nobody'll believe your sincere poem
And nobody would give you one last chance.
Just choose the star and give it my beloved name.
That star will be yours and would shine that long.
Imagine just how many souls before you
Gave her their names and different tongues.
And when the night finds you in forlorn vast wold.
Find me and hear my nightsound once again.
Consider death of past as the continue of life.
Dare never loose me in the starfall rain."
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