Never have I used such a word as quill in my verbose verse, even when bleeding ink in nightmare night, nor when tripping light fantastic beyond fair golden sunsets; O' come sail away, O' come sail away, O' come sail away with me on the good ship Lollipop where bon-bons play on the beach of Peppermint Bay, or a night trip~ we shall dream awhile in pure purple prose.
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