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[This page is the verso of the previous page.]
Bereaved of freedom and of home I go,
My torch put out.
But by all Gods invoked
Cassandra's dying curse shall still attend
The fate of wisdom, and of those who share
The grievous burden of the visioned Seer!
The truth revealed shall be forever [?]
[handwritten in margin:
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H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9
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