The spell is broke; the charm is flown! Thus is it with life`s fitful fever: We madly smile when we should groan: Delirium is our best deceiver. Each lucid interval of thought Recalls the woes of Nature`s charter; And he that acts as wise men ought, But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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