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Morpheus! i scream, send not such torments to me, thine own hand seems thrust within my soul! such anguish to the faithful?
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time, the sands lining my eyes, heiroglyphic- the siren call of sweet oblivion trembles in my ears, for lost am i, are we all, when Morpheu
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