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Or from the cross men found the stars were hung
One moment. Hearken, taut and tense, In the vast Silence beyond sense
Through your arched ears are only this, Tick-tock down blank eternities,
Where still the sallow death’s-head ticks As stars burn down like candle-wicks
Where still the sallow death’s-head ticks As stars burn down like candle-wicks
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