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I with the Nymphs will haunt Mount Maenalus,
I then began seeking for some alternative. I felt
And he was always human when he talked;
now my life is sweet like cinnamon
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My mad singing startles the valleys and hills:
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In a convex mirror, such as is used by barbers
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
The troll under the bridge listened
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