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Naught is it been said,
Acted yet;
Tranquility oft\' lore of lunar gales,
Such calamity be due prophecy:
Renowned shadow,
Ever still.
Once hindered beyond salvation;
Questing consultation,
Aura blue, Aurora red:
Ever hinting the bitterness!
Conquered faith defined shallow belief:
Shan\'t apparitions forgive?
\'Tis pleasantly compiled;
Think not? Know nothing. Think nothing? Know not.
Keel skyward, dreams!
Crouch, owning desires crowned upon Majesty!
If such a thing could kill;
Oh it could, it can, it has, and forever will.
Still soft is thine shattered,
Strong is it, yet discolored.
Unto blades which pierce vague souls,
Repeat solemnly what seldom know!
\"I am weaker now than I ever have been, and I am stronger now,
Than I ever will be.\"
This covenant has come to rise, though only, did it fail.
Once more have I written; And read,
To no avail.