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LOVE IS DEAD.
Love is dead; Love is dead:
Where shall we bury him?
Bury him under the deep, deep sea,
Moody and vicious,
Wild and capricious,
Dark and deceitful and cruel as he.
Where shall we bury him?
Bury him under the deep, deep sea,
Moody and vicious,
Wild and capricious,
Dark and deceitful and cruel as he.
Love is dead; Love is dead:
This be his epitaph—
“Here lies a spirit—far-seeing—yet blind,
Fathomless mystery,
Blood-red in history,
Tyrant, and blessing, and curse of mankind.”
This be his epitaph—
“Here lies a spirit—far-seeing—yet blind,
Fathomless mystery,
Blood-red in history,
Tyrant, and blessing, and curse of mankind.”
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Love is dead; Love is dead:
Then must Earth follow him—
Earth and her children all born of his breath:
Man and his glory,
Time and its story,
Suns, stars, and systems, down! down into Death!
Then must Earth follow him—
Earth and her children all born of his breath:
Man and his glory,
Time and its story,
Suns, stars, and systems, down! down into Death!
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