Quote #2

Vanquished in life, his death By beauty made amends: The passing of his breath Won his defeated ends.

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  1. Alone he rides, alone, The fair and fatal king: Dark night is all his own, That strange and solemn thing.
  2. Because of thee, the land of dreams Becomes a gathering place of fears: Until tormented slumber seems One vehemence of useless tears.

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