Beetle and Murder

Then I cry in an awful guilt//Sweat beads upon my brow//Each of my sobs ends in a lilt//Because I know I'd do it again...

Seven Crows

This is a murder//Move on, move on, there' nothing more to see...

Walk down that golden road to wherever it goes...

Swooning mine, the emerald eye: This isle of odes, earth's lullaby

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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

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