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LACRIMOSAFlows of tears that yet might cleanse / if seen with pity by the Grace of grace. / God, bless these drops that drop

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The Weaker ***It’s 7AM / yet another morning / and still I wake

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REXLook not yet reach and pluck / This rotten fruit that smells to Heaven. / Gently for I am soft

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The Appian WayPacing through the breaths of must / I listen to some stones. / Stones of stone forever crushed

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DIES IRAEFlickering flames blown furious / Scorch one born for better. / Wind whips but will not cool

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HiverO beautiful death! / Cold to skin but warm to heart. / Blankets all, serene embrace

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L’HIVER VERNALNow’s the winter starts our life. / Impetuous springs, raging summers, fallen falls / Falling into bitter winters – all dead.

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