Whilst thou rejoice’st in the splendor of day,
the fear of darkness hath crept to stain
thy conscience clean with the mark of dismay
and no longer then dos’t thy bliss remain.
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Sad brother…
A perpetual paradox.
Haunting, beautiful and very sad.
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