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All Pride smokes at evening,
Torch in one shake snuffed
Provided the immortal puff
May not abandoned know postponing!
Of many a rich but fallen
trophy
Th' inheritor his chamber once
Would not even be warmed up
If he came in from the hall suddenly.
The past's necessary throes
Clutching even as with claws
Disavowal's sepulcher,
Under heavy marble isolating
Catches with no other fire
Than the console fulgurating.
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