oh, what mockery through that word which veilsmy soul, while baring its tone to exist
throughout what it is I dare not propose
to fate as I lie so deeply suppressed
so on with the night as days come to an end
while I bury my soul in all I write
to what mockery through that word which veils
my ways which hadn't ceased to cause me strife
throughout what it is I dare not propose
to fate as I lie so deeply suppressed
so on with the night as days come to an end
while I bury my soul in all I write
to what mockery through that word which veils
my ways which hadn't ceased to cause me strife
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