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When the hours eat my bodyPrecise, yet helpless, I say to myselfThat even illusions have laws. A fate.===from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,......
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