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[This world] Each Man is in [the] His Spectres power
Untill the arrival of that hour
[Untill the] When his Humanity awake
And Cast [the] his own Spectre into the Lake

And there to Eternity aspire
The selfhood in a flame of fire
Till then the Lamb of God
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