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Interpretations Of Interpretations Interpreted.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

Why Is It That Words Like These Seem Dull And Cold? Is It Because There Is No Word Tender Enough To Be Your Name?

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

You Get A Decent Do At The Brazen Head