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 To-day, maybe, the things that were concealed

Before the first day was, shall be revealed,

The riddle of our misery shall be read,

And it be clear whether the dead are dead.

Before this sun shall sink into the west

The tired earth may have fallen on his breast,

And into heaven the world have passed away...

At any rate, it is another day!

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