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The Damozel Of Doom

THAT dream came not again to me,
Nor any dream at all;
But well I knew, as the days went past,
There held me fast in thrall
A something of that shrouded thing
That wrapped me like a pall.

An aura drear that severed me
From men and the ways of men;
As some great evil I had done
My friends did shun me then;
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