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ECCE NOVA FACIO OMNIA.
Is this the world of world-sick souls
That vainly ask a sign?
See, emeralds deck all boughs and boles,
And stars in woodlands shine.
That vainly ask a sign?
See, emeralds deck all boughs and boles,
And stars in woodlands shine.
In every bush there sings a bird.
Oh, listen what they sing!
For human language cannot word
The Apocalypse of Spring.
Oh, listen what they sing!
For human language cannot word
The Apocalypse of Spring.
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