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"Surely some revelation is at hand.
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"Somewhere in the sands of the desert
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"a shape with lion body
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"a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
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"is moving its slow thighs,
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"while all about it reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
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"The darkness drops again,
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"but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep
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"were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
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"and what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
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"slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
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Hey, Tony.