omadhaun
I cannot bear this leitmotif
This constant , endless horrid thought ,
Of Lucid’s ghastly hope of mirth -
Wherein thus of Thee is naught .
This worthless , senseless Linn of dreams
Which haunts me night and day ,
I cannot dree this dreadful theme
Of , without thee such is wae !
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