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But Oh !
I die ! I die , within its cold
And see myself in tomb's decay ,
Above my Inearth's ground to view -
Therein Future's past , today …
So herein thus I fend in dree
Alone my shade in darkness waits ,
The Reaper strolls beside me such -
From Writing's holy unjust fate …
O unkind gasp of Nascent's birth
To Onward's angst of pending death ,
How in such can Lucid worth ?
I did not choose to breathe this breath …
But oh , my path in pain was thrown
Upon me ! As waves to shore ,
Eroding all such inner strength -
To wherein thus I wither - go o'er …
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But Oh !
But Oh !
