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sly, heavy

Lighting on my heavy heart, the rain is come; and soft and drab the colours are that damp my soul, and lighten now my heavy load. They bring not gladness to my breast, but ‘round me the air’s a brighter grey. The troubles which had cracked my flesh, with dampness seem to matter less. The sly, heavy feeling that floats the fog about wafts me on, and sorrow’s no more pain to count.  *

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