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ov circus my world wiseman call'd ov drunken trickster bed and not violators of thoughts they're for life is a theatre in which actors all we are but when curtain is open there is no time for any reh's and as all lights turn'd on were and the first act is begun... ...and the last my mouth |
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I open'd i, purple sage in the universal and |
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I speak in tongue unknown and behold all stood in flames su na'aq tem kah chaph keb ngaa sul tamed mes no sedem cha'no umes maog etem chaph keb la'at qui sulib and hardly ye remember dark november days when received ye rain ov sulphur when earth came apart under thine feet and wasn't it rage ov thine god and wasn't ye his somdom it's "only" laugh mine empty sob silent and helpless gesture |