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 Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above...  Zehn schottische Lieder verdentscht von W.B. Macdonald. Schott. und Deutsch - Page 64 1854 Full view -
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