FIDDLE-MASTER
Play then 'til dawn thou one.
The shaded dark curtain of
blue-green shall enter and
separate this day from the
other. We have no stronger
mettle than that.
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And I shall hear you once
and I shall hear you twice.
Lucretia, to me. Yet, set, I
hear the day-tide's rustle, as
yet, set, it comes silent o'er
the near horizon!
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