| Jeffrey Alfier |
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| Cleopatra -- Lamentation For A Sunken Fleet Some dreams were left weeping, where Actium's shores pulse with ghosts Augustus made. Now, Gypsy girls in trance, embrocate fevered winds that touch the face of Eve. |
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| Jeffrey Alfier |
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| Cleopatra -- Lamentation For A Sunken Fleet Some dreams were left weeping, where Actium's shores pulse with ghosts Augustus made. Now, Gypsy girls in trance, embrocate fevered winds that touch the face of Eve. |
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