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beautiful, tragical faces
but alas, just dreams
and still they walked on
why do
death's nobility again
i expect you
there is a city, builded by no hand
lo! 'tis a gala night
my sorrow, when she's here with me
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
risen from the dead

 



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