| I am the reaper |
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| While the west is paling |
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| The Past was goodly once, and yet, when all is said |
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| Margaritae Sororis - |
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| The West a glimmering lake of light |
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| The Spring, my dear |
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| On the Way to Kew |
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| The Skies are strown with stars |
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| A Wink from Hesper, falling |
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| Invictus - |
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