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In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one; where life and death sing paeans as of Greeks and Galileans, never begun or done;
where fate, the slow swooping condor, comes glooming all the sky -- as you have pondered I ponder, as you have wandered I wander, as you have died, shall I die?
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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