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Many a grave embraces friend and foe Behind the curtain of this sorry show
 * Of love and hate inscrutable; alas!

The Fates will always reap the while they sow.

The silken fibre of the fell Zakkum, As warp and woof, is woven on the loom
 * Of life into a tapestry of dreams

To decorate the chariot-seat of Doom.