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970 Color—Caste—Denomination— These—are Time's Affair— Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are— As in sleep—All Hue forgotten— Tenets—put behind— Death's large—Democratic fingers Rub away the Brand— If Circassian—He is careless— If He put away Chrysalis of Blonde—or Umber— Equal Butterfly— They emerge from His Obscuring— What Death—knows so well— Our minuter intuitions— Deem unplausible—
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