"Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steal...

The beast lives unhistorically; for it 'goes into' the present, like a number, without leaving any curious remainder.
The beast lives unhistorically; for it 'goes into' the present, like a number, without leaving any c...
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