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'Tis evening, June in all its might,
Broad day,—at ten o'clock at night.
Tired of my lord's tenth, tenth told story,
Forgetting that the day's before ye:—
Expecting to find earth in gloom,
You sally from the heated room,
And find, no matter where you drive,
The world with vulgars all alive.
Broad day,—at ten o'clock at night.
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Forgetting that the day's before ye:—
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You sally from the heated room,
And find, no matter where you drive,
The world with vulgars all alive.
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