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The Event.
Lo, how they weave—the imperturbable three—
Those threads that are my destiny:
Steadily at the eternal task they're bent
Industrious... indifferent...
Those threads that are my destiny:
Steadily at the eternal task they're bent
Industrious... indifferent...
Weave, Fates! And what your spinstry weaves I'll forthwith wear
And if it clothe me for the day or death's no air.
And if it clothe me for the day or death's no air.
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