Nithin PurpleO' melancholy, hectic chill for human soul, herewith dismal presence, any spirit does descent.
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O melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent meaning a magical chill, a sort of a melancholy freezes the blood of a person with a view to make him feel gloomy and hopeless.
Source: Halcyon Wings: These Passions Feathers Are Gathering On A Winged Vision
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