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'Let's watch the sun making its paperboy/rounds tapping on the window and shedding/off its flecks of glow'

'O Cypris! I must rank among those who seek your nectar.'

"The echo in the chapel chimes as I take my unlikely seat."

"Did you ever meet the man, Who lived once in this place?"

"No 1. Label your collar to avoid feeling ornamental."

"Under the bent thumb streetlight, umbrella domes burst forth, splashing rich nightfall onto their neighbours."

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