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Damn you Nightingale! Must thee plaint ev’ry darling morn? Hush Hush Away! Mi son still snore by six upon mi chest Away away Mig... -
And again eleven full moons hath tenderly dwindled And th’ first tear of December Often comes with a certain boorish breath like win...
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