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Within my deign of other sorrow
Upon my winnowing shell of rot ,
I convulse unto myself’s misgivings –
So cold of tears once hot .
I wane within my Ain’s Edenic
O misery ! Such love hast panged -
Twas , that of merriment
In my anima sang .
The long of lang forever thus
And horridness of dree ,
The lachrymose of kisses not
And dalliance , of once was thee .
So thus I seethe in utter suffering
To Noisome’s wae of breath ;
Within a vacuous , constant ebb
Of Lucid Death !