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Author: * Nesime Narmer -
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Date: May 9, 2007 - 08:59
*Lysergus Dionysus of SpartaShe sits alone quietly in a corner wondering where can my Theseus be? He is gone. He is called away to Athens. He has left her alone with no explanation. She keeps wondering, 'Where is he? Where can he be?' There were lightsand laughter, and voices to and fro, of people as they enter and people as they go. And there were many voices vieing at the feast. But, the one that she remembers most is mine who speaks the least.
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