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O Spirit, My Lover

Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains
Assail my oaken door
With icy hands and iron chains,
They chill me to my core
And mar the solemn peace of midnight,
Veiling the autumn moon.
Without the gentle moonlight
Despair descends, too soon.

Lining my inner chamber,
Old volumes of arcane lore
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