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Hymn to Lethe

December 29, 2009

I sing of you, o soft-flowing Lethe;
Dark goddess of the murmuring river
That brings sweet oblivion in its wake.

I sing of you, dusk-whispering lady,
You who exists in black euphoria
And the madness of perfect clarity.

I sing of you, queen of the shadows.
Casting darkness over the human mind,
Guiding souls, living and dead, to forget.

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