And the answer clear,
And the answer dear,
Could n’erupt from here,
All dreams come to fear,
Questions come to leer,
As though nothing to be,
All song in write me
Cash not on chilled feel,
The way was now closed,
His heart he then froze
Can warm now once more,
And the heart longs more,
Ere the blood pumped soar,
Whose tears can scarce bore,
This skin is yet so sore,
Shall then pour away,
All dark thoughts at bay,
Now this essence is calm,
Sooth me better balm,
Wash all that gall way,
It is now to lay.

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