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“The terror answered: I am Orc, wreath’d round the accursed tree:The times are ended; shadows pass the morning guns to break:The fiery joy, that Urizen perverted to ten commands,What night he led the starry hosts thro’ the wide wilderness:That stony law I stamp to dust…” —William BlakeAmerica a…
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