We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
We live in an old chaos of the sun. — Wallace Stevens
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