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Black Black Black Aria, Aria, Aria, thrice thrice Spoken poken poken<br />
Last eve we bedded Woe<br />
Scarlet archlight on <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
- A faint, faint whisper<br />
Black, our venom<br />
Quoth She : " Graze me not "<br />
Whilst pale wrists She slit<br />
Quoth She : " Touch me yet<br />
'Til scratched veins bleed dry<br />
'Til my cup is fully drained<br />
And serpent tongues chant hoarse dismay... "<br />
BlackHeart, love me never<br />
Last morning, we huddled close<br />
Our dying mo<strong>the</strong>r 'midst rotting woods<br />
Ah, Her cold, cold caress<br />
- A kiss of sorrow<br />
Commiseration in mourning, we sought<br />
Black, our fate<br />
Quoth She : " Dawn hath died "<br />
Charmless sylphs sighed <strong>the</strong>ir song<br />
Quoth They : " Should such truth and beauty,<br />
From <strong>the</strong> Earth, pass utterly<br />
And cities' gleam reap forest green ? "<br />
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