by the old man's grim countenance.
What's the matter? What's happened?
I've just seen something. Something
of consequence to you.
Yes. My own death.
BARNYARD - DAY
ULRICH AND GALEN
(stern and troubled)
This wood, these leaves, the birds,
the very dome of heaven, once they
all rang with one great chord: and
philosophers like me kept it all in
tune. Now, new voices are singing
Have you mastered the threefold
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