Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.

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Another Breathe Dash Deep Follows Forgotten Heads Memory Midst Our Over Pure Sigh Thoughts Thus Together Until Us Waves Which

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