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The Phantom
I repose and arouse.
My acridness would not repose.
An inhabitant companion.
In the apexes of my domain
It haunts my mind and eyes.
It pesters my heart and my ear.
How should the boat run?
Furthermore, beat all obstructions.
Indeed, even dismal waters.
Furthermore, my dream.
Besides, I have shrouded my injury.
Furthermore, I covered its lakes.
With stones, I convey from the shore.
To a greater extent, I vanquished the foes.
Likewise, in case I repose came.
I repose
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