This is the time for all but sunset and this is the time to hang our sorrow up in cedar trees this is the time for dreams procession and this is the time to gather at tables aloud with memory of our lost play and childish pageantry
This is the time for lost abandonment and this is the time for stupid whores and drunken malady forth earning keep through joyless tragedy
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