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At
three
in
the
morning
the
blood
runs
slow
and
thick,
and
slumber
is
heavy.
The
soul
either
sleeps
in
blessed
ignorance
of
such
an
hour
or
gazes
about
itself
in
utter
despair.
There
is
no
middle
ground.
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