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Erik Satie - Gnossiene 1. Lent
Sounds Of Death Series, part 1.
So Death dons his cape, then shawl, and comes to visit after all,
A discordant theme now plays; impales your eyes with morose rays.
An eerie but familiar pall, now just dies down in clement fall,
While you re- stroke the velvet days, amid the key’s odd made plays.
He guides, but has no rushing touch, not so much dear, not so much.
Strings break – milky pearls patter, no matter, it does not matter.
The pain will slowly crutch, yet he will still not rush as such.
Solid worlds soon shall tatter; as your cares for them do scatter.
Though it seems to be innate, I cannot be his content bait.
I am not one to lie in wait, being Master of this fate.
