May 16, 2011
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The pale-faced stillborn
The noiseless cry unearthly
Paternal joy is not to be
Upon the freezing ground
The arch-villain to life
Where cold-blooded fingers
Seek to bring all remorse and
Overtake the fairyland
The go-between of two worlds
New life and death collide
There will be no flaming youth
The heart of gold is gone
And only remains the vulnerability
Of monumental sorrow
In the witching time of night

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