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I am the reaper
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While the west is paling
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The Past was goodly once, and yet, when all is said
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Margaritae Sororis -
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The West a glimmering lake of light
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The Spring, my dear
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On the Way to Kew
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The Skies are strown with stars
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A Wink from Hesper, falling
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Invictus -
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