916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid. His Labor is a Chant— His Idleness—a Tune— Oh, for a Bee`s experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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