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“Timor thence further sendeth forth her store of fragrant Saunders, wood medicinal: See Sunda’s Isle, so stretch her farther shore that hideth Auster’s regions of appall: The wand’ering men who inner wilds explore, tell of a stream whose marvels never pall; for, where its lone and single current floweth, dead wood that in it falls a live stone groweth.