I know
The vespers in the heavens
The waters flooding
High
I know
I know
Cyclical
The days turn
One after one
The cliff edge near
Be
All suns have set
And Beauty is here
No longer
Nor strength
Nor wisdom clear.
Amidst the drear
That be of each day
Now
I
As a Poet Seer
Versify and sing
My duty do
In sacrifice
Though
Amidst the drear
That be of each day.
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