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Oscar Wilde: At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was ... | Citatis
At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The prison seemed to fill, For the Lord of Death with icy breath Had entered in to kill.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde

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