'Look what is let out' says Light.
'A secret, that wicked Night
Witholds from all of you.
Beneath its black casket's lid!
One dear but sleeps, therein hid!
For Earth, a beauty, true! '
Light, again; through ghoul's outcry:
'Lush-sloped, whose forehead kiss I.
Plush-draped, make rise.
And that unbounded laughter?
Spirit of Joy's, thereafter!
Hearts, your life-songs; reprise!
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