In my dream a grave I see,
Open like a book,
To discover what lies within,
Warily I look!
Inside some bones lie,
That of a human being,
An erudite voice utters- "I am Coleridge",
While I feel like leaving!
I faint and fall like a dead tree!
And the manly voice says- "You are free! "
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