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To those that excel in beauty
My condolences must be made
But mayhap that thee might be mystified
Ah, but regretfully, I forgot to speak in thy language
Mer-people of the sea
Raise thy golden heads
Converse in thy native tongue
In thy accursed language of the beautiful
Hasten,and call forth the woodland nympths
For do they not speak this tongue
With thy raven heads and supple bodies
Willows they bend in the wind
Sing with thy hearts and not thy mouths
Nay, sing with thy souls
Let out from inside thy frozen hearts
A tune
A melodious tune of beauty
Release to the world jealousy
And is not your accompaniment death
Lead, yes, I urge you to lead
Sailors of the like to peril
The handsome, and the homely
Make your song echo
To reverberate against my soul
And that language of which you so speak
Banlaaa, Lobansuii, Sornieleee
Continue, for we hear it
And we pity
For all thee that possess beauty
Are cursed
For with it follows pain, and suffering
Hast forever we not asked
Why most the beautiful die
But nay, you cause the handsome
Poisonous daises of the underworld
Speak your harsh song
O, sing the beauties of the world
And let us pity thee
Thee that speaks the language of the beautiful
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