Out of the darkness their mighty fall, From hence they rose ere more they throw, In light of thirst they…
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Or whom shall, if not mine last, That I shall be to sight the last, With sorrow fought no father…
Out of the darkness their mighty fall, From hence they rose ere more they throw, In light of thirst they…
Or whom shall, if not mine last, That I shall be to sight the last, With sorrow fought no father…
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