Chapter 7

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by To Nancy To Nancy We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! As the wind is, so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. “The Deva’s Song” SIR EDWIN ARNOLD

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