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| The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home. . . But I gave you all | |
| Heathcliff, it's me, it's Cathy. I've come home. I'm so cold. Let me in-a your window! | |
| Don't ever tell anyone anything or else you'll wind up missing everybody | |
| And so it was that later, as the miller told his tale, that her face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale | |
| I'm like Estella. I like to reel it in and then spit it out | |
| We came here on a plane just a bunch of little boys, dropped the boulder on his brain, you can never take it back | |
| Oh there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets | |
| Soma is what they would take when hard times opened their eyes | |
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| It's no use. He sees her, he starts to shake and cough just like the old man in that book by Nabokov | |
| Oh, I've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road | |
| Ophelia drowned in the water, crushed by her own weight | |
| One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small | |
| 'Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair but Gollum and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her | |
| She made me promise not to cry, so here is a drink - I drink to thee | |
| They say he's crazy, they say he's gone. We play our tricks, make up funny songs, sneaking around, feeling badly, sneaking up on Boo Radley | |
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