"Oh I think it was the books I read long ago.
It's as if I joined other readers on a long road.
We found dead men hanging in a meadow.
We took dew from the grass and washed our eyes."
~Robert Bly
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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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