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Here, by this pool, where herons stand and wait,
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair:
Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
at 3 a.m. I run my tongue
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
Old SANTECLAUS with much delight
Not for the fame of it,

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I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
— Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest