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The Within
I bide within an inner lone
Where no one views such sorrow ,
My unkenned wae of merriment
I seethe within - And loathe the morrow –
This unrelenting , to Nothing’s bane
That I of passion - discern ;
I gaze in utter discontent
On those , who such not burn –
A yearn for utmost , ever thus
But oh , what unkind breath
In turn not serves forevermore –
But fades to unjust Death -
And then , within Inearth’s decay
I bide - unto an inner lone ,
As it was in lucidness -
Again in darkness thrown !
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