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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Strange is the night where black stars rise,
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And strange moons circle through the skies
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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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