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Come Into The Garden, Maud, For The Black Bat, Night, Has Flow
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Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown;
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- Maud, Part i, Sect. xxii, Stanza 1
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Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
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