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Showing posts with label Magie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magie. Show all posts
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
L.A.Y.L.A.H
Love, I love you! Night, night, cover us! Thou art
night, O my love; and there are no stars but thine
eyes.
Dark night, sweet night, so warm and yet so fresh,
so scented yet so holy, cover me, cover me!
Let me be no more! Let me be Thine; let me be
Thou; let me be neither Thou nor I; let there be
love in night and night in love.
N. O. X. the night of Pan; and Laylah, the night
before his threshold!
Aleister Crowley, 'The Book of Lies'
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