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Adelaide Crapsey - The Lonely Death
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In the cold I will rise, I will bathe 

In waters of ice; myself 

Will shiver, and shrive myself, 

Alone in the dawn, and anoint 

Forehead and feet and hands` 

I will shutter the windows from light, 

I will place in their sockets the four 

Tall candles and set them a-flame 

In the grey of the dawn; and myself 

Will lay myself straight in my bed 

And draw the sheet under my chin.
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