The day was going, and the tawny sky
The day was going, and the tawny sky. was taking earthly creatures from their. weariness, while, alone, the only one, I,. was preparing myself for war, to bear. the kind of journey, the kind of pity,. that memory’s going to retrace without err0r. O Muses, O high genius, now assist me!.
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