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(I) PROMETHEUS
It was the south: mid-everything,
Mid-land, mid-summer, noon;
And deep within a limpid spring
The mirrored sun of June.
Mid-land, mid-summer, noon;
And deep within a limpid spring
The mirrored sun of June.
Splendour in freshness! Ah, who stole
This sun, this fire, from heaven?
He holds it shining in his soul,
Prometheus the forgiven.
This sun, this fire, from heaven?
He holds it shining in his soul,
Prometheus the forgiven.
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