O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, the Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:rnBeloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, and hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet...
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