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Dialogue: 0,0:00:02.52,0:00:06.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,"The Second Coming" \Nby William Butler Yeats
Dialogue: 0,0:00:07.55,0:00:10.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Turning and turning in the widening gyre
Dialogue: 0,0:00:10.40,0:00:14.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:14.31,0:00:18.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:18.58,0:00:22.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:22.10,0:00:27.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,\Nand everywhere
Dialogue: 0,0:00:27.75,0:00:31.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.94,0:00:37.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The best lack all conviction,\Nwhile the worst
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.51,0:00:43.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Are full of passionate intensity.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:43.49,0:00:46.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Surely some revelation is at hand;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:46.93,0:00:50.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.69,0:00:55.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Second Coming! \NHardly are those words out
Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.04,0:00:58.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Dialogue: 0,0:00:58.66,0:01:03.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Troubles my sight: somewhere\Nin sands of the desert
Dialogue: 0,0:01:03.03,0:01:06.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A shape with lion body \Nand the head of a man,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:06.70,0:01:10.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:10.66,0:01:15.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Is moving its slow thighs, \Nwhile all about it
Dialogue: 0,0:01:15.21,0:01:20.35,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Reel shadows of\Nthe indignant desert birds.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:22.24,0:01:27.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The darkness drops again; but now I know
Dialogue: 0,0:01:27.90,0:01:31.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.53,0:01:35.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Were vexed to nightmare\Nby a rocking cradle,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:35.21,0:01:39.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And what rough beast,\Nits hour come round at last,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.86,0:01:45.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?