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It is not for me, the day, Nor this light of sun. Ah, mother, mother, The same terror is cast on us both.
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Each of us like you has died once, each of us like you stands apart, like you fit to be worshipped.
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Strong to break dead things, the young tree, drained of sap,...
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So you may say, 'Greek flower; Greek ecstasy reclaims for ever one who died following intricate songs' lost measure.'
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The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern,...
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