Weak and terrible the miserable birth was he, Cruel. Wicked. Now a sinister time is wrought, The breath of the…
Muse of Dodona
I am the Muse who sings not of no other, I am the difference between light and night: The art…
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Hail the horizon calling you near, See the light kneel before the hills, Let thine eyes beam with tears descend,…
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