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“Tell the clowns!”—he screeched—“To stick it in their ear!”
«Be that word our sign of parting, pig or fiend!» I shrieked upstarting.
«Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
It is enough to make you lose your mind. Suddenly, I heard music, and felt something in my eyes.
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