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CXCIV
ASTROLOGY
She sought the stars, she told me I must die,
What time my twenty summers had gone by.
Because her voice changed, as she told me this,
To hear my doom was agony of bliss.
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CXCIV
She sought the stars, she told me I must die,What time my twenty summers had gone by.
Because her voice changed, as she told me this,
To hear my doom was agony of bliss.