"XI.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
Â*Â*With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
Â*Â*On the cold hill’s side.
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XII.

And this is why I sojourn here,Â*Â*Â*Â*Â*Â*Â*Â*45
Â*Â*Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
Â*Â*And no birds sing."

....come fill my senses up
with you, you,
you...
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