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Theatre Of Tragedy

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Data di rilascio : 01/01/1996

Durata : 0:05:16

Stile : Rock



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Whether he the quaint savant's power doth hold i know not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth he is -
Quoth i that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is he held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are -
Pelf they are, dare i say!
Maugre his diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is he suffer'd.
"grant me the fallings", quoth he, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings;
They are slaughtering themselves.
Sith i at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare i say this burden weightful was,
Wrack of his machine-like motion was i named,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whetted a dight are its edges...

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