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GENUINE ETHEREALITY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN

First Line: MINE EYES, OF OLD THE BEAMIEST OF THE BEAMY
Last Line: HIS LANCE WILL NOT KNOW HOW OR WHERE TO STRIKE ME!
Mine eyes, of old the beamiest of the beamy,
Are now, alas! the filmiest of the filmy:
So meagre am I, too, no lath is like me;
Death, for my shadowy thinness, cannot see me,
And when he enters my sad cell to kill me,
His lance will not know how or when to strike me!




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