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"Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless, As silent lightning leaves the starless night! Leave me not!" cried Urania. Her distress Roused Death: Death rose and smiled, and met her vain caress. -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais |
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