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To whom these most adhere , He rules a moment : Chaos umpire sits , And by decision more embroils the fray By which he reigns ; next him high arbiter រ Chance governs all . Into this wild abyss , The womb of nature , and perhaps her ...
To whom these most adhere , He rules a moment : Chaos umpire sits , And by decision more embroils the fray By which he reigns ; next him high arbiter រ Chance governs all . Into this wild abyss , The womb of nature , and perhaps her ...
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