Poulenc
| Introduction | Grand go the Years,/ In the Crescent above them--/ Worlds Scoop Their Arcs--/ And Firmaments--row--/ Diadems--drop--/ And Doges--surrender--/ Soundless as Dots,/ On a Disc of Snow./ --Emily Dickinson |
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| Introduction | Grand go the Years,/ In the Crescent above them--/ Worlds Scoop Their Arcs--/ And Firmaments--row--/ Diadems--drop--/ And Doges--surrender--/ Soundless as Dots,/ On a Disc of Snow./ --Emily Dickinson |
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