In the pulse of night I heard the
beating, beating, beating of
the current waves, beating, beating
So feverish, so vexed, so loaded
with the trammels of boiling blood of
throbbing brains and delirium pulses.
in the pulse of night I heard the
beating, beating, beating of
the current waves, beating, beating
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