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Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.
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Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 2
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