I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

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What avails love when life is so ephemeral?What avaiIs a mortal's love for the immortal?Love that is snuffed out by death's passing blastLove without the pain, the passion that consumes?A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glanceFlow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame!Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord,And mine w.

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"I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment,His burning candle consumed me - the moth;His wine overwhelmed my goblet,The master of Rum transmuted my earth to goldAnd set my ashes aflame.

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"Since love first made the breast an instrumentOf fierce lamenting, by its flame my heartWas molten to a mirror, like a roseI pluck my breast apart, that I may hangThis mirror in your sightGaze you therein."

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But only a brief momentis granted to the braveone breath or two, whose wage isThe long nights of the grave.

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