\'deathknell\'
mine is a sanguine, silent soul
a psyche languid and languishing in
moments of occasional memory,
sordid reveries
that pour from the wounds of sins
a putrid pus, old and cold;
oh, the knowledge of what I now know,
compared to what I knew then--
the stars spinning over my head,
the grave of a good friend,
the sunset and the twilight...
oh, the regret at seeing you once again
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