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Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
Have you outstript the rest?
My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.
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Do I astonish more than they?
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