That we have had to draw
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The Sun goes crooked -
That is night
Before he makes the bend
We must have passed the
    Middle Sea
Almost we wish the End
Were further off
Too great it seems
To near the whole to stand
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We step like Plush
We stand like snow
The waters murmur new
Three rivers and the Hill are
    passed
Two deserts and the Sea!
Now Death usurps my Premium
And gets the look at Thee -
E.

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