A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night; so tired, so restless under an ominous light
I found myself in thoughts of dying, Shivered in bitter dismay I see you there; and I wonder why the silence does not break
Away, please turn away. In my dreams you haunt me still. Come, please come my way. In my life I need you still.
The morrow-winds shall blow no more So many pale moons ago; A flower of death did grow
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