Fw: Fw: XX3NICAL__ ULTR@M__ F!0RIC3T__ __ CI@_LiS__ V1AGR0
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Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead
of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave; and, (strange to tell!) Evanishes
at crowing of the cock.
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A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere
the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber
in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the
moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with
eclipse.