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When fate lies hidden in a frozen palm — A titmouse, or a pearl, or drifting snail — We’ll reach the river: Styx, subdued and calm; We turn around — behind the lift doors pale by Tanda
When fate lies hidden in a frozen palm — A titmouse, or a pearl, or drifting snail — We’ll reach the river: Styx, subdued and calm; We turn around ...