Sing, oh Poets, of all that is good And to hammer out in the smithy of our souls this declension of words, and to forge, once again, this measure of our possibility Of how to begin this journey, breathing Oblique within this thought of time This measure of eternity: how is it By dying we do not die?... Sign in to see full entry.
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