Talas
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O, hark! what mean those yells and cries? His chain some furious madman breaks; He comes--I see his glaring eyes: Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes. Help! Help! He's gone!--O fearful woe, Such screams to hear, such sights to see! My brain, my brain,--I know, I know I am not mad but soon shall be. |
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