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Wearing robes of solemnity
My senses stand erect
This moment I am solitary
As you watch me, eyeless
Observe a brutal face
I need silence, I need to be alone
Look at me; my bony fingers
Wrapped in rags; I am pursued
And love is withered
My eyes will see, if my spirit lives

(Of Your Beauty, Virgin Black)

Oh, panoramic images are screenshots merged with the program ICE.