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A sunray from a charming, far-off place
Fell on the darkness and stirred up the Night
The crowd awoken, jostled in a daze,
And turned the sphere onto its nether side.
It curved, it shook, it tore the ray with passion,
The trumpets blared a triumph over Light.
The crowds rang a small bell for compassion,
And no one could discern the Day from Night.
A shady demon broke into the Day,
Upturned the space and quickly flew away.
PART III. Hell (8)
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