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...too well, and I repeat them to myself almost in iny sleep — he is addressing the wind, and says ' O lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ; I fall upon the...of life — I bleed ; A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee, tameless, and swift, and proud.' " Julia closed the repetition...

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