O beloved, behold this moving painting - a Kingdom of boredom, routines of Household,
And somewhere, in the faraway country, the deafening bells of desire are chiming tenfold.
And somewhere, in the faraway country, the deafening bells of desire are chiming tenfold.
I thus boldly depart from Melody and her ∞ blindfold
Deaf to her shattered dreams, Foreign to her vale of tears.
Deaf to her shattered dreams, Foreign to her vale of tears.
I promptly head towards newly-met Alice
Thus avoiding Wanderland and its uncertainties.
Pleasure, Pleasure, my home for a minute's pleasure.But the scorching disc already fades away
And the silver crescent brutally lights up
To reveal a doomed landscape of Meadows od sorrows, of plains of pains.Meanwhile a reclusive battle between my forlorn hope and my strong despair
Is already raging, shattering my bloody brain and my throbbing heart.
Is already raging, shattering my bloody brain and my throbbing heart.
Up in the diamond-ridden skies, whirling at close quarters, the ancient soothsayers’ black birds shriek -
‘Thou shall return to the fold²’.
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