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They Who Have Gone Down The Hill Are Far Away
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When In The Ultimate Embrace
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Semiramis, The Whore Of Babylon
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Sonnets: XII. I Walked The Hollow Pavements Of The Town
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Esther Dancing
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Where Two Roads Meet Amid The Wood
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Tonight It Seems To Be The Same
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Bring Hemlock, Black As Cretan Cheese
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Sonnets: XIII. In Tireless March I Move From Sphere To Sphere
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Hunters
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