Echo Always

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The gloriously beautiful hunter from afar
He came to fool the maiden to catch him after.

Thus did she see him; he and she never met
That was a low she couldn’t bear with might.

There he again trailed away slowly
Like a hazy shadow of sunset sadly.

Their rendezvous circled the epicycle
Of the eternity orb in orb like the Sibyl’s oracle.

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