Composed an art
Binding thousand string supplements
And to wake my forgetfulness
Stretching spectral hues more
Nothing variant to say,
in gory hours, But
to 'nought'
the substance to escape
In fashion
The art was framed
And to death, it flamed
All the elements of life
Nothing to bark
Or to bear, but
An art to compose
And to burn when beauty wanes
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