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Aug 12
Those found in hell may reach in for Heaven
If they work through the dough that is laden with leaven;

For through nightmares and bloodshed that time seems to cherish,
It has never been Willed that any should perish.
Mr Trismegistus
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Mr Trismegistus  They call it Earth.
(They call it Earth.)   
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