At Half-Past Three A Single Bird Unto A Silent Sky Propounded But A Single Term Of Cautious Melody. At Half-Past Four, Experiment Had Subjugated Test, And Lo! Her Silver Principle Supplanted All The Rest. At Half-Past Seven, Element Nor Implement Was Seen, And Place Was Where The Presence Was, Circumference Between.
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