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...glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows,...river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh — but smile no more. EDGAR A. POE. THE SUNKEN CITY. 265 The Sunken City. TZTARK...

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