What is it that sings a sleepy tune in my head? Some faint old forgotten moon that is dead? I will arise, for the dreams are about my bed. O is it in vain, is it in vain I have come? Dark was the road in coming, and white the foam. Is there no rest for me here? are there dreams in Rome?SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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