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One other day of fey abides
Within one Moment’s horrid thought ,
Love nor Merriment’s wae of suffering -
Can touch me wherein that of naught .
Edenic’s burn is such of sorrow
As Anima’s Linn endures of breath ,
Why thou see me not - O misery !
I bide alone in lucid Death !
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series of poems from `Evermore`
series of poems from `Evermore`
