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"Glory and praise to you, Satan, in the heights of heaven where once you eigned, and in the depths of hell where, vanquished, you dream in silence. Grant that my soul, some day, may rest beside you, under the Tree of Knowledge, at the hour when on your brow, like a new Temple, its branches will spread!"

Baudelaire, The Litanies of Satan, 1846