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Spirit of evil, heavily flying, turning, / Dropping to earth, / Caught to the light, with brown wings torn and burning, / Whence was your birth?
Was there a cause that, ceaselessly turning, flying, / Drew you from night? / All that we know is this -- the aimless dying, / Killed by the light.