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Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, a
  
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weird of wonder tenebrous as that evil thorn-
  
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garth, a field of faery blithe as this flowing wild.
  
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  Aujourd'hui comme aux temps le Pline et de
  
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Columelle la jacinthe se plaîit dans les Gaules,
  
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la pervenche en Illyrie, la marguerite sur les
  
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ruines de Numance 1  et pendant qu'autour d'elles
  
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les villes ont changé de maîtres et de noms, que
  
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plusieurs sont entrées dans le néant, que les
  
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civilisations se sont choquées et brisées, leurs
  
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paisibles générations ont traversé les âges et sont
  
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arrivées jusqu'à nous, fraîches et riantes comme
  
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aux jours des batailles. 2
  
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; ; Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinci-
  
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veness ! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and
  
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Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues 3 the
  
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whispered wilfulness, ('tis demonal!) and sha-
  
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dows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel
  
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falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo), 4 to-
  
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tients quotients, they tackle their quarrel. Sicka-
  
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moor's so woful sally. Ancient's aerger. And
  
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eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she
  
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love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan?
  
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That's how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of
  
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half their world. Moving about in the free of
  
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the air and mixing with the ruck. Enten eller,
  
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either or.
  
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; ;   And!
  
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; ;    Nay, rather!
  
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 The nasal foss of our natal folkfarthers so so much now for Valsing- 
giddyrex and his grand arks day triump. 
 Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good bog and you, 
Thady, poliss it off, there's nateswipe, on to your blottom pulper. 
 You daredevil donnelly, I love your piercing lots of lies and your flashy 
foreign mail so here's my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and sad. 
 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go to the length of 
 seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless himself.