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Gloria Tibi Domine Obedient my world determines time , Keeping its course to death that is no death , Turning the dark sun widdershins to prime , Whence my soul drew its first vesper breath , Whither it creeps along the ache of day By ...
Gloria Tibi Domine Obedient my world determines time , Keeping its course to death that is no death , Turning the dark sun widdershins to prime , Whence my soul drew its first vesper breath , Whither it creeps along the ache of day By ...
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Death , death , how tantalizing ! How does death come into being ? Then he recalled what the square of all squares , Confucius , once said to his students , " While one does not know life , how can he know about death ?
Death , death , how tantalizing ! How does death come into being ? Then he recalled what the square of all squares , Confucius , once said to his students , " While one does not know life , how can he know about death ?
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13 , 1959 There lies a state of life in pilfered death Which easily defies the realm of kings ; Blood , the body , warmth , are transient things At best : memory's the only wreath , Monumenting time to life beneath , It scatters ...
13 , 1959 There lies a state of life in pilfered death Which easily defies the realm of kings ; Blood , the body , warmth , are transient things At best : memory's the only wreath , Monumenting time to life beneath , It scatters ...
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