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The Last Ritual
death shall be lovely : whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come ! lift up thine heart and rejoice ! We are one ; we are none. There is help and hope in other spells. Wisdom says : be strong ! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal ; refine thy rapture ! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art : if thou love, exceed by delicacy ; and if thou do ought joyous, let there be subtlety therein ! But exceed ! exceed ! Strive ever to more ! and if thou art truly mineand…
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