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Within this hollow silent mew
My fated dreams of mirth , hath waned ,
Again I feed on black despair -
In utter wretched depths of sane .
A pit where thus my thrall is Hel
O misery ! Thy bludgeonings dree ;
Immured within Gethsemane’s love -
Chimera’s wae of Thee !
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