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Vulcan, whole no. 5, January 1944
Inside front cover
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THE ACCURSED DREAMER At night I dream of strange places. Of dim memories and forgotten races. I've stood by the banks of gloomy Styx, And heard the wail of anguished souls, Who waited there for Charon, the ferryman, To com to shore to read his rolls. I dream of lost Atlantis and forgotten Mu; I walk by the ancient Nile in the midnight dew. At times I sail over Babylon, Like a drifting mist of the night, Dogs bark when they see me, And people vanish from sight. Guessing that I am a monstrous ghoul, A man who has forever lost his soul. -Lionel Innman.
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THE ACCURSED DREAMER At night I dream of strange places. Of dim memories and forgotten races. I've stood by the banks of gloomy Styx, And heard the wail of anguished souls, Who waited there for Charon, the ferryman, To com to shore to read his rolls. I dream of lost Atlantis and forgotten Mu; I walk by the ancient Nile in the midnight dew. At times I sail over Babylon, Like a drifting mist of the night, Dogs bark when they see me, And people vanish from sight. Guessing that I am a monstrous ghoul, A man who has forever lost his soul. -Lionel Innman.
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