Prepare,
You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods:
Not like hard life, of laws.
Prepare,
You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods:
Not like hard life, of laws.
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend ... He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
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