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I have everywhere sought,
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin' bodkin
And trust the grief deepest in
The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death's welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul
They are ideals of old
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Byrtsurth wrote:
Very good the sound… my specifically the harmony of font, its very nice the composition
