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Masters’ Voices

July 7, 2013

And then, no man moved
me till the chariots–still
fable–in the God

of heaven–dwell in their place,
that sat in the sand of the

eye sight. Then said God:
incline thine ear at nightfall
is tarnished by day.

How can Satan cast
out devils; speaking lies. And
they rose up to meet

him there: blessed are they not in
memory. And nobody

knows the place where I
have written. It waits–upon–
the land of delight.

 

Texts analysed by Gnoetry0.2:
The King James Bible
The Complete Emily Dickinson

End user found arguments for post-generation capitalization and em-dash inclusion…

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