Diplomatic Bag of Tricks
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| Introduction | Follow the bouncing ball: There is a Hand to turn the time, Though thy Glass today be run, Till the Light that hath brought the Towers low Find the last poor Pret'rite one . . . Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road, All through our crippled Zone. With a face on ev'ry mountainside, And a Soul in ev'ry stone. . . . Now everybody--- |
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