For every chance of life withdrawn
A child in Eden's Spectre fawns
Who taste the apples that they find
And curse the hearts of humankind
In every breath of life fell short
A child of Beulah's sort
Who sing and dance in innocence
And fear the trials of repentance
Orphan children on our road
Who from the eyes a winter snows
Gather in celestial choir
To sing the angels even higher
The ill who soon will meet their time
Are drifted on a sea of rhyme
Whose sighs find infinity
When fate become divinity
The dreary queen of elves
Takes the hands that took themselves
And blows a glow upon the dust
They forever join the rest of us
The rest of men in soft repose
Within the city on a rose
Where women join us in a sleep
To wipe the tears our faces keep.
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