"High on her speculative tower
Stood Science waiting for the hour
When Sol was destined to endure
That darkening of his radiant face
Which Superstition strove to chase,
Erewhile, with rites impure."
By William Wordsworth from The eclipse of the sun."
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Wonderful...
Sometimes the moon comes between
Me and the night
And a whole night passes by
Eclpsed by my thoughts
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