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iratum mare, the angry sea, and swelling waves stil'd, the storm gone, Oh how sweetly may the soul sail in its vessel, in its barque after death! 8. Mors libertas, vita incarceratio: |
iratum mare, the angry sea, and swelling waves Styled, the storm gone, O how sweetly may the soul sail in its vessel, in its bark After death! 8. Mors Libertas, vita incarceratio: |
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