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Well-Tempered Clavier
Why did Prior’s birth unfurl
To Horrid’s light from Merriment’s dark ,
O lucidness , thy every breath -
Leaves me desolate , addle and stark .
But ah , the splore of Moment’s mirth
And oh , the wae of Sickroom’s morrow
Bleeds portending thoughts - inearth !
The unimaginable throes of sorrow .
And what of worth is Nascent’s fey
When laden time , in that goes o’er ,
Why does Thanatos inhere wait -
Cannot stand it anymore !
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3 -17 -15
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Well-Tempered Clavier
Well-Tempered Clavier