Breathe, breathe, o’ wild, heavenly stare;
Quaff then, the midnight, forest bare;
of light and sound,
And feast on shadow surely bound.
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.
You hunger, yet call me brother; you snarl, though call me kin.
He said, Dear one, it is merely the unfortunate consequence of our species.
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