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Veiling180 High heavens, Of course there must be a day of falling, Of course there must be such a day for you. High heavens, We have all grown blind. The brightest ray is bloody— Of course there must be a day of falling: Now we await your fall. Come down lower And begin the veiling, As we still clutch our lives in pale hands, How wonderfully it heals my heart, the tale Of how strong Samson died, As upon his tormentors he shattered the walls. Gray heavens, Your beggarly patches Can become lead— Gray heavens, If you lack hardship, Take my body— On loan. 395 TWO ,&ayVp-ixs myn H - m^Vy^ix ojpn *px ;)T13X tWfcVyTlXaD H ^xn H t?xn oxn ^x DXI DXH fVX ,Dn nat^ nye^D x ]ix x oxn nyr^x nxa ,pKnya ]"bp p'D mx oay^pyns px T D11X pa ]ynyi Vis nyn^ D^a T^X'D ^yn •pny* pnyiyV x onyny^ ^yan pa t?V"ny} |ix DpHMnyi DXH ny •O^IKS ^XD ]DXII pa )ix mVn pa 396 ...

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