A Night at the Opera
song of my soul, my voice is dead
die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
dry and die in
LOST CARCOSA
unconquerable will... study of revenge, immortal hate... courage never
to submit or yield... that glory never shall his might extort from me...
to beg for grace with suppliant knee... deify the power... who from the
terror of his arm so late... doubted his empire
...this is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa...
where black stars hang in the heavens... where the shadows of men's
thoughts lengthen in the afternoon... when the twin suns sink into the
lake of Hali... and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the
pallid mask
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