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Still

Another one more Morning’s wake
And thus I hide in lone of dree ;
All these harrowing days of nane -
Without thee !
And now within a Senescent ebb
O misery ! Thy Catatonic’s view ;
It matters not of Death’s beginnings -
Still , there is no you !

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The Lachrymose !

Let thine eyes upon me lang
Thy lips unto me plash ,
What of worth , without thee near me
O bonnie sweet - Me bonnie lass !
Why thy kisses , kiss me not
Nor Linn thy love befell ,
Wherein fate is lachrymose -
Edenic’s wae to Hell .

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Still ---- The Lachrymose !

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