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The Silent Fey
These lucent on end days inane
And dreaded sleepless on end morrows ,
Whether it be day or night –
Unimaginable sorrow !
To drown within Thyself’s deranged
Portends thy Onward’s fall ,
To splore the ever thought abating
My lucid thrall .
Again within a silent fey
Onward o’er ! To Inearth’s nane ;
But oh , within Forever’s lucid
Of pain !
The constant , ever , on end ebb
Imbues these fated thoughts ,
Even though I bide portending
From Yesterday’s nought .
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The Silent Fey
The Silent Fey