Dying, I pine over immortality..., by Abigail Rappoport Dying, I pine over immortality. /
Low is the cloud of dusty mist. /
Least let it be the naked red devils, /
Least let it be a vat of rank tar.
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How I crave immortality, dying..., by Andrey Kneller How I crave immortality, dying. /
Clouds of dust come low from afar... /
Let the naked red devils come flying, /
With the cauldrons of foul-smel...