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Chapter 22
Word Count: 904
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Released on: 18/11/2017
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n our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike. It is this entanglement of moods w
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The Celtic Twilight
“Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.”