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Grotesque
With falling snow
myth now melts away
Through archways
it flows to see
this heartache me
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden
My tears ooze away on drifting

peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by
I some nightingales, they sing
My withered to heal

Beauty's rose should die
My grief onward, joy behind
But calls it to be gone
So tired my woe...

Stormy gusts of day
For death I beg
Ere that sun wake
Drown my sins'black

freezings have I felt
what days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the your bareness
comes to the seals

Stormy of winter's day
For restful I beg
Ere sun doth wake
Drown my sins' black

For never resting leads summer
on my is slain
Withing this would iron did impress
will a river whispering run
The very are mute
The the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my
Drown my world with earnestly

Too hot the eye of shined
Anon, the tunnel I will
Praise deep in the rose
What tree or stone doth a soul?

Light, thy in my sight
held within his hands
It's grounded in my
Disguised in veils

Morning shadows wear
How many mornings have I