Celestial conferences of minced words
Incorrectly bespoken in paradise,
But hushed within the symmetry
Of that which was and was not;
Moonlit tasks unconvered at last
Brought forward into the light
Without the rights to ask-
O' those morbid minds of melancholia
Predisposed for horror and delight,
Unquenched appetites that are never satisfied
Unmoved is the mover when straddling
The horizons star,
Unmoved the mover when climbing
The unreachable bar-
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