Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is Lost . ...Song of my soul, my voice is… - Robert W. Chambers

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Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is Lost . ...Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

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About Robert W. Chambers

(May 26, 1865 – December 16, 1933) was an American artist and fiction writer, best known for his book of short stories titled , published in 1895.

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Alternative Names: Robert William Chambers
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