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I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.
-James Joyce
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I Have Left My Book, I Have
James Joyce
I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.
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