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Speaker 1: The magi. Now, as at all times, I can see
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Speaker 1: in the mind's eye, in their stiff painted clothes, the pale,
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Speaker 1: unsatisfied ones appear and disappear in the blue depths of
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Speaker 1: the sky, with all their ancient faces like rain beaten stones,
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Speaker 1: and all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
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Speaker 1: and all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
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Speaker 1: being by cavalry's turbulence, unsatisfied, the uncontrollable mystery on the
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Speaker 1: bestial floor