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They glided past, they glided fast, Like travellers through a mist: They mocked the moon in a rigadoon Of delicate turn and twist, And with formal pace and loathsome grace The phantoms kept their tryst. -Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), The Ballad of Reading Gaol |
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