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One night the poets mother was |
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Answer» Eternities before the first-born day, Or ere the first sun FLEDGED his wings of flame, Calm NIGHT, the EVERLASTING and the same, A brooding mother over CHAOS lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, Shall run their fiery courses and then claim The haven of the darkness whence they came; Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. |
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