ashes where the bodies burning.
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
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The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthened every shade.
HEX: #530A74
RGB: 83 10 116
RGB: 83 10 116
HEX: #C5A0CA
RGB: 197 160 202
RGB: 197 160 202
HEX: #BC0088
RGB: 188 0 136
RGB: 188 0 136
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RGB: 189 193 233
RGB: 189 193 233
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RGB: 200 254 237
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after
Ends life, kills laughter.
