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I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.

He Would Say, "how Funny It Will All Seem, All You've Gone Through, When I'm Not Here Anymore, When You No Longer Feel My Arms Around Your Shoulders, Nor My Heart Beneath You, Nor This Mouth On Your Eyes, Because I Will Have To Go Away Some Day, Far Away..." And In That Instant I Could Feel Myself With Him Gone, Dizzy With Fear, Sinking Down Into The Most Horrible Blackness: Into Death.

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?