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Luna’s glow kisses gravestones, In a field of eternal repose; A lowered soul bemoans In sibilant, unending prose. The night fashioned in fantasy, And the wind rends a mournful tune; Bitter suites of ecstasy On an impious night in June. R. A. Tyndall

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