Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn no
longer in deadly black, with hoarse note,
curse the sons of joy!
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant,
he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious Letchery call that virginity,
that wishes but acts not!

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