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615 Our journey had advanced— Our feet were almost come To that odd Fork in Being's Road— Eternity—by Term— Our pace took sudden awe— Our feet—reluctant—led— Before—were Cities—but Between— The Forest of the Dead— Retreat—was out of Hope— Behind—a Sealed Route— Eternity's White Flag—Before— And God—at every Gate—
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