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 The rimer quenches his unheeded fires,
The sound surceases and the sense expires.
Then the domestic dog, to east and west, Expounds the passions burning in his breast.
The rising moon o'er that enchanted land Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.

by Ambrose Bierce
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