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Such a name have I had, but another name have I.
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Art thou God, then, that helps not until the last season?
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Yea, God am I surely; yet another name have I.
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Methinks as I hearken, thy voice I should wot of.
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I called thee, and thou cam'st from thy glory and kingship.
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I was King Pharamond, and love overcame me.
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Pharamond, thou say'st it. — I am Love and thy master.
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Sooth did'st thou say when thou call'dst thyself Death.
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Though thou diest, yet thy love and thy deeds shall I quicken.
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Be thou God, be thou Death, yet I love thee and dread not.
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Pharamond, while thou livedst, what thing wert thou loving?
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A dream and a lie — and my death — and I love it.
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Pharamond, do my bidding, as thy wont was aforetime.
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What wilt thou have of me, for I wend away swiftly?
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Open thine eyes, and behold where thou liest!
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It is little — the old dream, the old lie is about me.
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Why faintest thou, Pharamond? Is love then unworthy?
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Then hath God made no world now, nor shall make here­after.