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The Morning’s day no longer sings
And Midnight’s moon hast gone afar ,
Wherein love no longer wallows -
My eyes see not thy burning star .
The winds no longer spae of thine
And sweet the kiss of Eros died ,
Forever this shall Hel be such -
Ephemeral’s worth of unkenned why …

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