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Her Sleep

While ember raised
Her soul was chased
By hate and fear
Black friend was near
A faded flower
Pointed the hour
Like blood the air
Where is the way?
Her place to stay
She lost the hold
And lift got cold
As a raven flew
And silence grew
The ash-tree cried
And then she died
In darkest age
In smallest cage
She wrote this line:
The world is mine

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Her Sleep / Umbra Et Imago

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