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O Rose thou art sick.The invisible worm.That flies in the nightIn the howling storm:Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy;And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.-

William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.The invisible worm.That flies in the nightIn the howling storm:Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy;And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.-

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