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    Rather, let darkness and the shadow of death claim the day and its life-giving light.
        Let storm clouds roll over it and threatening blackness terrorize it.
    As to that night of my conception—
        may it be snatched by the thick darkness of death’s realm,
    Never to be released again for any year or any month—
        so my conception and life could never have happened.
    May that night prove infertile,
        and may no moan of pleasure be heard there.

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May gloom and utter darkness(A) claim it once more;
    may a cloud settle over it;
    may blackness overwhelm it.
That night—may thick darkness(B) seize it;
    may it not be included among the days of the year
    nor be entered in any of the months.
May that night be barren;
    may no shout of joy(C) be heard in it.

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