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No such hand shall carve for plunder

Thusly dreamt in metered shudders

He who cannot climb past night:

No such desire can oft take flight

By such dreary darkened measure

Who protracts such fasted treasure?

Be it for shame I wear mine scars

And what tongue to trespass yours:

By gleaming lock you seal a fate

Last, as I coax you to our sweetest wake