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James Joyce - Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
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	Of that so sweet imprisonment
	My soul, dearest, is fain — -
	Soft arms that woo me to relent
	And woo me to detain.
	Ah, could they ever hold me there
	Gladly were I a prisoner!

	Dearest, through interwoven arms
	By love made tremulous,
	That night allures me where alarms
	Nowise may trouble us;
	But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed
	Where soul with soul lies prisoned.
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