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    This night carries me away
    Like the corpses under my head
    Everyone else is sleeping
    Because they're all dead
    The room turns hot
    But i am cold
    As the days grow dreary and old
    No ones beside me
    No ones around
    As i lay stiffly on the ground

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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