And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems,And what is invisible stays that way.
Blizzard of One
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Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems,And what is invisible stays that way.
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