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| The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below | |
| Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, | |
| Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. | |
| I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils, | |
| She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily | |
| If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master; If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim; | |
| I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? | |
| Double, Double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | |
| Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, | |
| O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, | |
| And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? | |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, | |
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