It grieves me thou art unperturbed,
To be but blood and ink disturbed,
Now thou hast shut that wretched door;
Why am I the monster evermore?

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It grieves me thou art unperturbed,
To be but blood and ink disturbed,
Now thou hast shut that wretched door;
Why am I the monster evermore?

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