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LUCIFER
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Amused, yet with a girl's surprise 'A chatterbox you were since small But Lucifer's slow sailing spark And now my wretched heart does bleed, While he looms with adoring ray His silver beams that space defies And thus it is the days to me 'How childish is the way you speak. |
And we shall nothing of this life regret Lucifer set out and o'er A sky of stars above his way, Till round his primal chaos hurled Still further flew he ere the start Yet where he reach's is not the born Around him there was naught… And still, - O, Father God, this knot untie The price you ask is little count, |
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