The mournful Bliss
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The chilly Flames of darkness glows,
Pious Sinister and melancholy flows:
Mystic odes of tears as the rain,
Nurtures dead and fuels the flame.
Red warm blood which agony drain,
Brings a mingled draught of bliss and pain.
Bliss of sweven in capricious heart,
And the pain of inebriated soul apart.
The mournful blaze grims the rest,
And revives the scars of thy breast;
It cwtched the heart,
No matter how poetic it sounds;
But it's like two oceans of pain -
Which Transgressed their bounds.
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