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.
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RGB: 114 48 137
RGB: 114 48 137
HEX: #F36FE1
RGB: 243 111 225
RGB: 243 111 225
HEX: #0A1342
RGB: 10 19 66
RGB: 10 19 66
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RGB: 223 199 244
RGB: 223 199 244
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RGB: 189 225 236
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.