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It was midnight the midnight tolling |
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It was midnight |
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October Thursday |
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It was Nineteen |
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Nineeteentwentyeight |
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It was a male or rather a female |
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He came and the |
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Autumn leaves were falling in stillness, silvery stillness he had a savage name and the steel shining blue he had a hoarse laughing in a silvery pool a fleshing vassel in the sun from the |
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Southern Seas a ghostly wandering alone in undistinguished seas |
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The torches, the flames and the shadows the wind, its moaning and the dazzling lights he came, the wind... oh, the |
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Southern West wind... |
