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Forever may we dance so nigh, Akin A tempest in the brooding sky, As sin Flickers in each orbital eye, Dark grin While limbs tangle in lawless rhyme, It dims Resigned to fate as age and time Will win My thirst transcends omen and sign, Unhinged Assured of judgement and of fine, Now grim Assumed no more than fatuous lie- A whim? An err our boiling veins belie Thus swim This river dark and rich as wine Dip in or die |