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Ad Magistrum Ludi

 NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the .
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reign, And the long hawser, that on the back Of Marsyas fell with many a whack, Twice hardened out of Scythian hides, Now sleep till the October ides.

Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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