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The Dream.
I dream of thee, and o'er me glows
The yellow moon, upon the wane,
That beam'd when—death to my repose!—
I met thee in the Haunted Lane.
The yellow moon, upon the wane,
That beam'd when—death to my repose!—
I met thee in the Haunted Lane.
Now by her light I find thee lock'd
Within those arms to prove thee yet
The same that lured my heart and mocked,
When in the Haunted Lane we met!
Within those arms to prove thee yet
The same that lured my heart and mocked,
When in the Haunted Lane we met!
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