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'Tis the hour when white-horsed Day Chases Night her mares away; When the Gates of Dawn (they say) Phoebus opes: And I gather that the Queen May be uniformly seen, Should the weather be serene, On the slopes.
'Tis the hour when white-horsed Day Chases Night her mares away; When the Gates of Dawn (they say) Phoebus opes: And I gather that the Queen May be uniformly seen, Should the weather be serene, On the slopes.
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