[Samba] Re: Best QUa1ity and Best PR!CES of -- XX3NICAL__ CI@_LiS__ ULTR@M__ F!0RIC3T__ __ V1AGR0__ TR_AM_AD0L Onl1ne

Natasha Haney %RNDLCCHAR514 at yahoo.com
Wed Apr 28 21:18:39 GMT 2004

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. 


My people too were scared with eerie sounds, A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls. A noise of falling weights that never fell, Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand, Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door, And bolted doors that open'd of themselves; And one betwixt the dark and light had seen Her, bending by the cradle of her babe.

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