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Having night sweats...
I was running but not getting anywhere;
Falling off buildings and cliffs onto a lighter air.
And I bet they thought they could take me - away to some field or a hollowed clasp... thousands of them, to oppress on me their will and hope for my collapse.
But I was slick and sharp in wit, ere I escaped;
when a sudden noise , cracked! shooked my bed and made me wake...
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