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Riseth He, the Numberless, Pt. 1
maudlin of the Well
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Curse the night I was born, as I beheld
Springeth he like asters from her vicious womb;
She bled mass stars that curs'd all the sky
Horror bound me against the crags of stone
And even the Earthquake-Fiends were silenced
Chain'd to the mountaintop, my heart was rent
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The dandelion was plucked from the sky
My soul wept as the shadow increased
He made to sleep the flowers and the trees
The beasts all laid down their mighty heads;
Their souls were suck'd dry by the Creation
What season seizes fast the lyre with balm?
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Alas, it is a cloudless, sunless day;
As the world died, I hid myself in tears
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