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Oblivion awaits Sadness obligates "O, ****** soul, be vanquished!" The Lacrimosa dictates. No bouquet ever darker, No flower ever, grieving; "Not beauty" it begs to differ; The Lacrimosa wanes. He stands in the fields He plucks the dying, The clouds darken His already pitch-black eyes. "Lacrimosa," he asks: "Why so weak?" "I am but saddened," says he. To see Lacrimosa, bowing on nothing. "Leave me be!" Lacrimosa exclaims. As she lies on the meadows. "What fate dictates, what fate begets." As the hopeless Lacrimosa whimpers softly. "Then, to leave, I shall." "Then, to sleep, you will." "O Lacrimosa, I am saddened," To see Lacrimosa gone. Forsaking forgets Regretting begets "Not beauty, but harsh truth." Lacrimosa says her last words.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Lacrimosa
Oblivion awaits Sadness obligates "O, ****** soul, be vanquished!" The Lacrimosa dictates. No bouquet ever darker, No flower ever, grieving; "Not beauty" it begs to differ; The Lacrimosa wanes. He stands in the fields He plucks the dying, The clouds darken His already pitch-black eyes. "Lacrimosa," he asks: "Why so weak?" "I am but saddened," says he. To see Lacrimosa, bowing on nothing. "Leave me be!" Lacrimosa exclaims. As she lies on the meadows. "What fate dictates, what fate begets." As the hopeless Lacrimosa whimpers softly. "Then, to leave, I shall." "Then, to sleep, you will." "O Lacrimosa, I am saddened," To see Lacrimosa gone. Forsaking forgets Regretting begets "Not beauty, but harsh truth." Lacrimosa says her last words.
People don't really get to value what matters most.
paene-vivit
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
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