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Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.
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Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, Stanza 88
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