The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
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