When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
To a clear eye the smallest fact is a window through which the infinite may be seen.
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To a clear eye the smallest fact is a window through which the infinite may be seen.
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