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In the Night of Time,
Before the sun was made,
I heard sweet music chime
Through the world-shade.
Before the sun was made,
I heard sweet music chime
Through the world-shade.
Into fiery rings
I saw the Motelings dance,
And all Shapes of Things
Bit by bit advance.
I saw the Motelings dance,
And all Shapes of Things
Bit by bit advance.
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