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An insomniac poet finally dreams. #Epitaph Oh! So

An insomniac poet finally dreams. #Epitaph Oh! So you've finally come. What's that in your arms, whence fragrance bleeds? A wreath of silent regrets, Or a bouquet of spring, from my lifelong weeds Have you come to bid adieu Or to see how I can still profess my love?
An insomniac poet finally dreams. #Epitaph Oh! So you've finally come. What's that in your arms, whence fragrance bleeds? A wreath of silent regrets, Or a bouquet of spring, from my lifelong weeds Have you come to bid adieu Or to see how I can still profess my love?
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