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- Let it pass
Let it pass, let it go
down to where all dead loves flow
lost in time and loath to know.
Angeldear of my delight,
save me from the devil’s spite
and the mad moons of midnight.
Honeybread and wisdom give
and let this craven heart forgive
sins for which it loved to live.
Stella Maris rinse you clean,
bright and shining and pristine,
like the child you might have been.
Tears of sorrow now be shed.
On my shoulder lay your head.
Devilseed, be comforted.