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Immured

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Within this narrow cell that I call "me",
       I was imprisoned ere the worlds began,
       And all the worlds must run, as first they ran,
In silver star-dust, ere I shall be free.
I beat my hands against the walls and find
It is my breast I beat, O bond and blind!


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