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The Gods that Men Forgot

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The tang of winter is in the air and in the brain of me. Old agecomes upon me prematurely, like a mist from the cold sea, and deep anddreary in the gulfs of my soul stir old ghosts of dreams. For the love ofwinter is not my love, and ever the desire burgeons in me for green trees

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