I fancy these depths are Space stricken to Her own earth. Dews perish, gone grey and sightless as this ravine, before they Her diadem are; the Lethean nectars capsized from their unhanded amphorae perish, gone grey and sightless as their quondam handlers, before they Tantalus me re-name.
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