Never been so hard to know

To hold the arch on high and fit the keystone

Never been so hard to know

To hold the figures still through fire and brimstone

A mourning song (Lullaby, sweet one)

For all that lay beyond (Let the days and pains roll past)

The highest gate without a key (Pure of form, pure of mind)

A psalm for all uncertainty (Break above the caste of time)

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[Unintelligible]

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Empty heart in empty head made

Stepping sure through hazy hell

Burned-out branches and briars prey

Simple subjects like iron break

Buried now I rest in trance

Will-o’-the-wisp, guard my grave

Spectre I once thought I knew

Figure I’ll ever pursue

Sleep sound in sweet embrace

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