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Venusberg
Porte D'entrée
H. P. Lovecraft
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H.P. Lovecraft
From The Nameless City
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange æons even death may die.
From Polaris
Slumber, watcher, till the spheres,
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv'd, and I return
To the spot where now I burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness:
Only when my round is o'er
Shall the past disturb thy door
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