What lie beneath those Saturn eyes,
Those holds that knot the thread, our lives,
Awaken’d unto fading pyres,
Will, unstoked, set bleeding sunset spires
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Pain upon the broken glass,
This pain we can’t belie,
For Oft in the land of seven seas,
Come waves, sweep sorrows set high
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Chained, the horseless moors he doth travel
Fettered in his darkness wade
Forever encumbered in Boorish acclaim
Slide tears in his Remnant Sade
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