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Above The Edge of Doom
Don't drink the wine, it could be blood
this torrent could be thine
turbid water cannot gleam
your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lighting up in lands
where shadows dream my thoughts
I want to deny my frown
this war starves out my faith,
it naughts my peace
weed stamps on it's guilt,
it crumbles off
ere you were born was
beauty's summer dead
Find the first conceit of love there bred
faith falling...
no bitterness that i will bitter think
doom's calling...
Whatever midnight has been here
the flames of love i cannot view
so gild my path with thine eyes
winter's cold falling deep
make glad seasons as thou fleet
Through crystal brooks where silence heats
winning when i saw myself to lose
ruined love is built anew
On thorns roses stand
two mourning eyes thy face
bashful dreams, my soul is fled
where late sweet birds sang
Solicit your evil mind
wandering through the morning fog
through the grove where trees conceil the light,
through the leaves, through fallen snow
My tears on your skin,
but water cools not pain
from my soul which
in thy breast does lie
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