Wednesday, April 4
He kissed that immortal kiss.
Yet the chariots of night never stops,
A perpetual day is but an infernal nightmare;
Serpents reign …
O’ dear friend of twenty-four years,
Forewarn was there for me to heed
How shall I blame for my misery,
But you – what is your story?
Yet the chariots of night never stops,
A perpetual day is but an infernal nightmare;
Serpents reign …
O’ dear friend of twenty-four years,
Forewarn was there for me to heed
How shall I blame for my misery,
But you – what is your story?
Have you too dined and danced with the kings and queens?
Have you too kissed an immortal kiss?
Have you too cried for the chariots of the night to go slow?
"O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
The stars move still time runs, the clock will strike,"
Let the clock strike its last upshot.
It’s time for the vacuity of fullness to end.
It’s time for the vacuity of fullness to end.
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