The Priesthood
We stand apart
That men may see
The lines about our eyes.
We perish, we
Who die in art,
With that surprise
Of one who speaks
To us and knows
Wherein he lies.
That men may see
The lines about our eyes.
We perish, we
Who die in art,
With that surprise
Of one who speaks
To us and knows
Wherein he lies.
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