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passednow the signs blur and all together make the cityglowing on a
night of fine weatherlike a garden stirring and blowing for the Spring.
The night is fresh-washed and fair and there is a whiff of flowers in the
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into my ears. The breeze whispers at the shutters and mutters queer tales
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they saidWith their wine-glasses delicately poisedMocking
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