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Imago Mortis

Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.

White one said to me how thin my life supposed to be
Gray one called it delusion
White one said that I suffer from a doomed disease
Black one called it salvation and sin

White Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fate
The thread of life is not broken yet
I defy you to rewrite your lines
Redefine my part, rearrange all this play

Why me?
Why me?

Beautiful enough, Moon arises.

Why, sister Moon?
Why do paint my fate so gray?
Why, Three-in-one?
Do reduce me to this play?

Moon invites witches.

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