"Here
is the gate through which I leave
Oh my roses and my thorns
What matter now days gone by?
I sleep and dream of things divine
Herein lies my ravished soul
It is peaceful sleeping now
Having for the love of Death
Forgiven the bitter crime of Life."
- Renée
Vivien
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