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 83 He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a eurred skeef it was, oh miserable me! He came when night was stile; he had his harpin his hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodis. Alas, why my nights are all this lost? Ah, why rever miss his to the who come touches 4 sleeping brow!