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death's nobility again
thoughts through my head
here falls no light
in an old chamber softly lit
sleep, gray brother of death
there is a city, builded by no hand
sweet splendor
simply speaking
bring me soft song
what shall we do now
you are beautiful and faded
just as my fingers on these keys
to some the fat gods
are you awake?

 



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