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62 "I faced the sock Nightly," twanged a sick lyre, "Over ranked lights! O charm of life in mock, O scenes that fed love, hope, wit, rapture, mirth, desire!"

Thus they, till each past player Stroked thinner and more thin, And the morning sky grew grayer And day crawled in.