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I am the boy That can enjoy Invisibility. Phantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.
half-obliterated words: “flowery avenues.”
Nature is as free as air: art is forced to look probable. There may be a million things that do happen, and yet only one thing that convinces us is likely to happen.