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'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays; -John Donne (1572-1631), A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day |
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