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The Sleeping Palace
When will the hundred summers die,
And time and thought be born again,
And newer knowledge drawing nigh,
Bring truth that sways the soul of men?
Here all things in their place remain,
As were all ordered ages since.
Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain,
And bring forth the fated fairy Prince.
- —Lord Tennyson
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