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When all is said and all is done. Beneaththe ground, and man lies dead. When allthe earth is a cold grave and no morebrave. Bright things have birth when coo-ling sun and stone-cold world togetherhurled. Flame up as one o sons of men.
When all is flame what of your fame andsplendour then? When all is fire and fla-ming air what of your rare and high desi-re to turn the clod to a thing divine theearth a shrine and man the God??
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