Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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