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         But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars          
                   -by Midnight-Blue766-                   
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                         Prologue                          
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Prologue
Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
To miss the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled. —Wilfred Owen, "Strange Meeting"