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Dies Irae.

Dies Irae. AMBROSE BIERCE 356.1 Day of Satans' painful duty! Earth shall vanish, hot and sooty: So says Virtue, so says Beauty. Ah! what terror shall be shaping When the Judge the truth's undraping! Cats from ev'ry bag escaping! Now the…

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