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Let us go hence; the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the Gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
Broods like an owl; we cannot understand
Laughter of tears, for we have only known
Surpassing vanity; vain things alone
Have driven our perverse and aimless band.
Let us go hence, somewither strange and cold,
To Hollow lands where just men and unjust
Find end of Labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love,fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray earth enfold
Our life sick hearts and turn them into dust.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
