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"Charth all was still,

"Charmian!" And I blew out my candle

Outside, the souls of the unnumbered dead still rode the storm,

and the world was filled with their woeful lamentation But, as

I lay in the dark, there ca-ti of Char up my hand, I touched the handkerchief that

bound ain, and so, fell asleep