Spirits of the Dead
mist
and
shadowy
poem
from
spirits of the dead
now
edgar allan poe
thoughts
dead
thy
god
which
thee
spirits
spirit
Dream-Land
waters
for
from
with
dream land
poem
lone
edgar allan poe
black
forms
tis
thule
sad
their
throne
where
A Dream Within a Dream
them
tighter
and
fingers
save
edgar allan poe
clasp
wave
weep
pitiless
god
dream within a dream
surf-tormented
within
poem
grasp
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