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The days of my life pass by, dissolve like mist.
I don’t know the what and when; I don’t know the who.
Baal and Astarte have grown alien to me.
My kingdom and my foes grow alien, too.
I don’t…
One of them sits by the rivers of the East
And her eye reflects the innocent God of peace;
And the other sits by the rivers of the West
And dreams a dream.
And in the evenings of good will if thou…