| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - eightas if they strained for a scentof the faraway celestial troughsbecause, prepared for their cominglike an opened cattle-yard,its gates flung savagely back,death gapes to its hinges.The faraway celestial troughs, death with its gates flung savagely back - these scything images are a reminder to us prose writers that we should always read poetry.
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