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I lost more I ever gained,
far away, far away
Thunder die, heartache cry
Star-crossed light never meant
far, far away...
Whisper trance-enchants and fear!
Light and flags, hope and fear
Start to think and start to hear
my voice soft, wit and charm
Off I rise, twilight-path
Never saw such trembling harm
Cut-tongued spheres to appear
falling down so fresh and free
Flat that voice, wake or sleep
I have met within my dreams
Never feel a calm so deep
How can grief break the wall
to my long, long promised way?
But my sake I will break,
break in pieces never seen
Senca, nevermore...
Beauty, pleasure, youth
which one will I choose
to uphold my wounds?
Beauty, pleasure, youth
two of them to lose
to avoid my tomb
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