Broken Hallelujah

Compose thyself
No secret cord,
No marble arch,
No harpist's tune

By myself
Intrude the dark;
No vict'ry march,
No ties to break

What's real?
Cries in the night,
Broken thrones-
Let me prove,

Drawn from lips,
Composed of lies
Shoot me first
Forget the light

Whom will fall
To cold moonlight?
Love's holy music

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