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Absu - Feis Mor Tir Na Nog
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(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II)
I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood from the chalice Impart thou in the text of Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin Purity is to live To the highest; and the highest is unjust
Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight In the gate of the mind appears And arise with turbulence called I
The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai For thee have I worshipped the Stars I cried, while you perpetually died ...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace With joyful, elated Endeavour O lilywhite goat Frail as a thicket of thorns With a collar of gold for thy throat A crimson bow for thy horns O lilywhite goat You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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