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VERTIGO

ALPRAZOLAM.

AI'm not mad. I don't want to die. There's someone within me and she says I must die.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

In the next valley-glades:

Was is a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music -- Do I wake or sleep?

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