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Saturn's Ring

and who is it thou doth see in order circling thee,

first the serpent that does not strike, thou circled

before I so realized, she hath many forms, she is and

then so be it, Death. then the moon, then the broken

slate then the wind that moves in two ways, then the

hidden one doth show me, I am the stone, she holdeth

the sword, and through me it goes, yet there is nought

there is no more, there is no more, thou art here now.

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