Never smelled so sweet the scent of sleep
These dreams to the bed I’ve retired to keep
Passions of old and lusts of new
To dawn one day and visions become view
Far fell the past behind curtains of old
In begotten dreams there sinks the soul
To find Heaven in a day that has passed
So Eden gleaned what no longer lasts
And if Hell wells up in my throat today
So Eden has left its price to pay
There bears the signs from beyond my teeth
A tongue of gold, a language of grief
To extract from me
And eradicate the disease
Is to expound in me
All that’s not at ease
Never sounded so silent the anthem of peace
These voices, they drown and in song, cease
Passions of the heart and lusts of the soul
To be gone one day and remain forever null
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