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Of late, eternal condor years So shake...
Of late, eternal condor years So shake the very Heaven on highWith tumult as they thunder by,I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on world of warcraft power leveling the unquiet sky;And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings,That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away—forbidden things—My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.
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