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Along the shore the cloud waves break, |
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The twin suns sink beneath the lake, |
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The shadows lengthen |
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In Carcosa. |
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Strange is the night where black stars
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And strange moons circle through the
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But stranger still is |
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Lost Carcosa. |
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Songs that the Hyades shall sing, |
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Where flap the tatters of the King, |
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Must die unheard in |
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Dim Carcosa. |
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Song of my soul, my voice is dead; |
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Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed |
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Shall dry and die in |
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Lost Carcosa. |
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Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow," Act i, Scene
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