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All's hushed as midnight on a summer's night. Summer is never fully existent. Immortal possession is naught with man Unnatural though thou radiant night Indifferent man, silent whisper of night A serene warning in lovely disguise The unfading tempest, journey to man A foolish ***** desire for revenge A vague figure from the silence of night Hag born from the abyss of perdition Starting of end, beginning of no end Condemning man to an eternal life As long as this lives in memory So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
The Tempest
All's hushed as midnight on a summer's night. Summer is never fully existent. Immortal possession is naught with man Unnatural though thou radiant night Indifferent man, silent whisper of night A serene warning in lovely disguise The unfading tempest, journey to man A foolish ***** desire for revenge A vague figure from the silence of night Hag born from the abyss of perdition Starting of end, beginning of no end Condemning man to an eternal life As long as this lives in memory So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
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