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Like a fast start is the sonorous wake

A voice made of numberless voices

I’m turning round, looking for you

But your sound springs from inside

You reality without essence

Eternal fire and icy pallor

Tell me where you are from

Thou obscure inhabitants of dark

Are you meloudious and bewitching

Or terrifying and deceptive?

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