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And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Waning Moon




And like a dying lady, lean and pale…


gauzy lean murky pale totters

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