The hate of the death bell i hear turned in very scorn of me, should i dare forgive a sin so great, through which i sit disconsolate; i am in mourning for the soul i use to know the soul of a saint whose friend i use to be
Till you by!a cold corrupting fate
you have come ringing once again with pure and deaden hate to hate? you dare ring the death bell with a deep ring, you say your my friend sits by me yet again? Ah peace! call you this thing my friend?
this living body, hiding its dead SOULLLLLLLLLLLLLL?















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