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    "text": "His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.",
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    "text": "A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill⁠ ⁠…",
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    "text": "How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug!",
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    "text": "And who’s that talking, somewhere out of sight?",
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    "text": "Why are they laughing? What’s inside that jug?",
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    "text": "“Nurse! Doctor!” “Yes; all right, all right.”",
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    "text": "But sudden dusk bewilders all the air⁠—",
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    "text": "There seems no time to want a drink of water.",
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    "text": "Nurse looks so far away. And everywhere",
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    "text": "Music and roses burnt through crimson slaughter.",
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    "text": "Cold; cold; he’s cold; and yet so hot:",
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    "text": "And there’s no light to see the voices by⁠—",
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