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Wings of Poesy

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. –from "Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats

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