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 "What were his cohorts gleaming with?" said my friend Annabel Lee.

"Purple and gold," said I.

"What was the sheen of their spears like?" said my friend Annabel Lee.

"Stars on the sea," said I.

"When?" said my friend Annabel Lee.

"When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee," said I.

"All of which proves," said my friend Annabel Lee, "that I've but to fiddle and you will dance, you poor, miserable, little rat. And my thought is, what is it better to be than second in Rome?"

"First in a little Iberian village," said I.

"But I'm not sure whether it is or not," said my friend Annabel Lee. "Some day you and I will go out into the great, broad world. Then we shall see who will be first and who will be second. The great, broad world is the best place of all wherein to find ourselves. And no matter