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1554 "Go tell it"—What a Message— To whom—is specified— Not murmur—not endearment— But simply—we—obeyed— Obeyed—a Lure—a Longing? Oh Nature—none of this— To Law—said sweet Thermopylae I give my dying Kiss— Edited by Peter Carter
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