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Be near me when my light is low, when the blood creeps, and the nerves prick, and tingle; and the heart is sick, and all the wheels of being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; and Time, a maniac scattering dust, and Life, a Fury slinging flame... |
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