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These faceless rainy days make ghosts of menWho dash along head down in wine dark streets.Forbidding shadows shroud each in the dampFrom sodden souls of eyes we never meet....
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sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned / On lips that are for others; deep as love, / Deep as first love, and wild with all regret !
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"I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar"
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