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And thus my tears in worthless spent
Among the lang of hours long ,
It mattered not of day or night -
Nor thus of such in Whippoorwill's song …
Those long and endless , on end hours
That all in such , the multitudes breathed ,
Now within their empty past -
From whence conceived …
For all that was , is no more thus
And wherein thus shall I remain ,
Unto a nowhere's empty by -
Emancipated pain …
The acquiesce to Imminent's death
But oh , by choice of fate ,
It mattered not of morrow's song -
Where past of Inearth waits …
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