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Coldhearted orb in the far eternal night
Circling Pluto in the distant dim and dark
Oh, you daughter of fecundity
Did you pluck a pretty posy?
Is it time for the harvesting
Or was that flower some hour?
Picking pits of a pomegranate
Affording funerary furnishing
Bony bouquet for bridal bower
Just over three months now;
So you couldn't take it and left.
Hecate, why can't you ever see
Could you stay for another day?
Pulchrerrimae excelcior esse!
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