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Sun peeks through the leafy twigsClouds get inebriated with too many swigsEdges are crowded with immortal figsI feel the thirst cupping my palms under the fountain.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,......
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