Such efferendum would we call, how cruel his name, let it be a sun that spills the flame! I cupped…
Moses said
And if it were not thy clay to mould me here, Shall it not be my soul to cumber here,…
Such efferendum would we call, how cruel his name, let it be a sun that spills the flame! I cupped…
And if it were not thy clay to mould me here, Shall it not be my soul to cumber here,…
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