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Victorious at last, the sun descends in scarlet epiphany across the wastes of the once mighty anvil heads
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sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned / On lips that are for others; deep as love, / Deep as first love, and wild with all regret !
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"I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar"
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