Daylight adorn her withering lifeforce
with a long lost river
that mend all her woe in its flow
May I redeem my funereal self
in thy mirror of soul sanctorum
to frame every night a delight
Thou stalk the ground, the sea and the winds around
to haunt me down profound when the night surrounds
Thou stalk the Stygian stream and the riverine
to haunt my hallowed fields and astrayal dreams
I'm at sixes and sevens
in the shade of thy heavens
No moon, nor sun
Meridian
prevail in my oblivion
Come with me to seek the sun inside
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