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:) :D :DDDDDDThe sheep all beatWith utter discomfortThe lulling of dayExpecting its slumberBrushing its wingsThe owl, it perchesWith mild alertAnd easing contemptSlowly its eyes unlatch their doorsAnd the night has begun,and within a feasting to remember.
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