.Looking, by chance, in at the open window,
I saw my own self seated in his chair.
With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead,
Unkempt hair.
I thought that I had suddenly come to die,
That to a cold corpse this was my farewell.
Until the pen moved slowly upon paper,
And .
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