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I saw the plate of brass by a gleam of moonshine,

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Was it the fall of the trap-door that I heard?

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a mirror of the gray-green disk of twilight sky

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the animal creatures that thrive on the night’s black air.

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Awakening to the night opens a dark eye into the invisible world.

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A drop fell on the apple tree,

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You probably watch too many vidtapes

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Connolly found himself placing a peculiarly indelicate emphasis upon the word ‘white’.

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De harmonia mundi.

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play fool to catch wise.

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‘It is poor country for the wraiths . . . far too warm.’

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