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0I live where logic dares not tread, a shadow-play inside your head. I vanish with dawn, like mist in the beam; I am what night invents from scheme.
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389 0I live where logic dares not tread, a shadow-play inside your head. I vanish with dawn, like mist in the beam; I am what night invents from scheme.
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