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"And just so, Jonathan and Jane"

When my grave is broke up againe
Some second ghest to entertaine,

>From Mary Magdelane they deign,
The light of Reason gone, and feign
To vanquish Language from the sane,
Just so the dredging of the Seine
Resultant cruise beyond the Main,
Beyond the Ghast, where Darkness reign,
The ghost or gast behest and Thane
And Lord shall mourn the pain
Within - Without, the Violent gain,

The Meek are weakened, slaughtered, stained,
Bound, nonetheless by blackness, chained.

And just so, Jonathan and Jane


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