a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness, noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream down eager avenues of lifelessness consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought is like a woman amorous to be known; and man, whose here is alway worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his own— on such a night the sea through her blind miles of crumbling silence seriously smilesSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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