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Benevento

7s. (Double)

S. Webbe

1.

While, with ceaseless course, the sun

Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Nevermore to meet us here:

Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below;

We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

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