Hundredthousendfold

Sweeps the doubt so merciless

Beyond our fragile thoughts

Cherished by in-innocence

And rude we ride our roots

And care the scares we bitterly

Endure devoted to

The thorns of all our wasted tears

And all

Tears we'd undergo

Can't our lies

Countervail in gold

Nous so impetuous

Nous obliged to keep the silence

By the forge of gloom

Quite polite we bear our fears

And all ...

Back from yon

And caught in winter

Turn we on

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