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    Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
            Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
         Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
       Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
             Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
           And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
       Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

- H.P. Lovecraft

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