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...where guarding veils embrace the thread of life

...where threatening flews of fear rub through

...where neither hope, nor delight can be

...where bewitching fairies bless the endless dark

"I feel thy presence, my heart, my fear, my grief is thine!"

Abhoring life, still longing for the end

Just me and the splendid night

I feel thy presence, my heart, my fear, my grief is thine!

"Existence and grief, sorrow and lust,

Became the fading rose, pricking into my heart"