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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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