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Still as she looked the iron clouds
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I.M. to I.G
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Where were ye all? and where wert thou?
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The Blue bell is the sweetest flower
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The Night was dark, yet winter breathed
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From our evening fireside now
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I'm standing in the forest now
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Sleep brings no joy to me
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To Imagination
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Sleep Not, Dream Not
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