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gh0stdot: rayed with yellows, past cure of the fives
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gh0stdot: the lights burn blue. it is now dead midnight.
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gh0stdot: o, speak again, bright angel
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gh0stdot: whose red and white nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on
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gh0stdot: to be depender on a thing that leans
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gh0stdot: comes one with light to ope the tomb (II)
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gh0stdot: who, like an arch, reverberates the voice again
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gh0stdot: chequebook of the bank of faith
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gh0stdot: if we fail to see beyond hope's diameter
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gh0stdot: comes one with light to ope the tomb (I)
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gh0stdot: this majestical roof fretted with golden fire
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gh0stdot: shall I think in silver she's immured
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gh0stdot: see, what a grace was seated on this brow
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gh0stdot: the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold
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gh0stdot: thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
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gh0stdot: they are black vesper's pageants
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gh0stdot: as the snake rolled in a flowering bank, with shining chequered slough
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gh0stdot: with devotion's visage we do sugar o'er the devil himself
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gh0stdot: read on this book - that show of such an exercise may colour your loneliness
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gh0stdot: constructed of longing darkly drear
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gh0stdot: you built them a temple at listening's core
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gh0stdot: through the doors of the dead in a shining grail
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gh0stdot: who, in realms of shade, the lyre dares to raise
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gh0stdot: this shall be the very painting of our loss
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gh0stdot: peep through the blanket of the dark
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gh0stdot: what colour gown to greet the dark
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gh0stdot: nor sheathed in the poet's skin
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gh0stdot: wither one rose, and let the other flourish
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