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Оглавление| More than night’s vault, it’s you that I adore, Vessel of sorrow, silent one, the more Because you flee from me, and seem to place, Ornament of my nights! more leagues of space Ironically between me and you Than part me from these vastitudes of blue. I charge, attack, and mount to the assault As worms attack a corpse within a vault. And cherish even the coldness that you boast, By which, harsh beast, you subjugate me most. |
