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SEA DREAMS.
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'She sleeps: let us too, let all evil, sleep.He also sleeps—another sleep than ours.He can do no more wrong: forgive him, dear,And I shall sleep the sounder!'
Then the man,'His deeds yet live, the worst is yet to come.Yet let your sleep for this one night be sound:I do forgive him!'
'Thanks, my love,' she said,'Your own will be the sweeter,' and they slept.
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