"At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? —how had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them, But upon this subject I cannot bear to dilate.
How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? —how had I deserved to be so cursed with th...
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