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(taken from 'For Annie' by Edgar Allan Poe)
Thank you for the crisis
The danger is past
And the lingering illness
Is over at last
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length.
But no matter I feel better at lenghth
And I lie so composedly
Now I'm in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead
And start to beholding me,
Thinking me dead
Thinking me dead.
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length.
And no muscle I move,
As I lie at full lenght...
