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A devourer of flitting shades who dwells in rays of light

A devourer of flitting shades gave birth unto himself.

Uroboric rays of light.

Remote from despondence and perennial dearth.

Within every dewdrop a world of struggle.

And on every day, are we wreathing a band of sallow flowers.

To bind us to the earth.

The bounds of entropy pervade the skies and the earth.

A devourer of flitting shades who dwells in rays of light.

We have given birth to for the mighty dead.

An incessant cascade of immortal drink.

Dripping unto us from the shady rill's brink.

From the nativity of space, a devourer of flitting shades.

Who dwells in rays of light passes into the void.

But still will save a bower soothing for us.

And a sleep bearing dreams.

That element of arduous attempts and quiet breathing.

Whose births are covert, whose shapes are manifold.

And whose prosperity cannot be known.

And on the morrow our vain vigour is established as before.

A devourer of flitting shades.

Who dwells in rays of light illumines the incessant fountain and withers.

When our noblest visions moulded themselves.

The devourer of uroboric rays of light was made by this.