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From a father to his son
No august prophet could have augured,Nor honest author could have portrayed,The plangent sky that morning rang,The plagal tone those mourners sang.I speak forebodingly, Foreknowingly.The pangs of grie
No august prophet could have augured,Nor honest author could have portrayed,The plangent sky that morning rang,The plagal tone those mourners sang.I speak forebodingly, Foreknowingly.The pangs of grie
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