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O Rose, thou art sick. |
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The invisible worm, |
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That flies in the night |
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In the howling storm: |
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Has found out thy bed |
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Of crimson joy: |
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And his dark secret love |
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Does thy life destroy. |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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O Rose, thou art sick from the invisible worm |
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That flies in the night in the howling storm |
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Has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love |
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Has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
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Does thy life destroy |
