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...came in?
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Prufrock; 4, 25
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Deception of the thrush
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A faultless machine
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A place of disaffection
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Faded air
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Oisín
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American Lo-fi
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A bloom more sudden
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I do not know much about gods
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Defenceless under the night
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A sort of homecoming
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Bursts in the violet air
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The Double Vision of Michael Robartes
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17
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Into the ethical life
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Human kind cannot bear
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Enchain'd a certain time
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Of all the streets
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The devil of the stairs
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In headaches and in worry
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The Boston Evening Transcript
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"My nerves are bad to-night."
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With an easy span
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Oh! You pretty things!
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You dozed, and watched the night
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