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The Benediction of the Devil
12 November 1941
Day is come and where it spills Night has gone, beyond the hills The shadows linger yet awhile, There is no malice in their smile For they have found they need but wait While garish Day in tarnished state Proclaims his reign, then totters on, About his heels the swirling dawn Of darkness follows, and the bright Joy of the nether world of Night Resumes its pleasures; jokes and smirks At daylight Parzival, who works.
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