Doubts
To praise white peace when the wine of pain,
Fate's purple wine, is so fiery sweet!
Fate's purple wine, is so fiery sweet!
Think you we should be glad to die
Now . . . when the stars are coming soon
And the daylight pales, and the primrose moon
Is a stemless flower in a silver sky. . . .
Now . . . when the stars are coming soon
And the daylight pales, and the primrose moon
Is a stemless flower in a silver sky. . . .
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