To sail away, far away from man's hate and strife

Where only love reigns on its throne of unending light.

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REMORSE

Gently descending dark—

Curtain of silence

From heaven to earth;

The drama of day over,

Empty the seats of life,

Dead the twilight fire.

Curtains of black

Woven from threads of purple

By the hands of a star,

That lone soul weeping

Over the dead hours

Laid by mute time in the eternal's grave.

In the night of my soul

Not even a ray,

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