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Life Of The Dead

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When over us the cross its shadow throws,
Our frames enshrouded in the mould of night,
Thy body shall reflower in lily white,
And from my flesh be born the ensanguined rose.

And Death divine, thy verse in music knows,
With silence and oblivion to his flight,
In heavens shall show us, lulled with gentle might,
Echanted route where strange, new stars repose.

And mounting to the sun, within his breast
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Panmelys Panmelys 17 April 2015

Marvelous! Especially last bit of sestet where he breaks away from perfection. Panmelys

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