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The war of your great beauty is in all the skies,
Yet these receive no hurt! I see your name
Written upon their faces,
Yet the bowls of the stars will be refilled — and lit again,
And their peace will live continuous!

O marvelous! what new configuration will come next?
I am bewildered with multiplicity.
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