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- The color is completely wrong. - Don't you like it?
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It's not that I don't like it. I am physically repulsed.
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- Perhaps this will soothe you. - What? Don't recite.
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- Just listen to the words. Hush. - Please. Not now.
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"While questing once in noble wood of gray, medieval pine,
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"I came upon a tomb, rain-slick'd, rubbed-cool, ethereal,
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"'its inscription long-vanished,
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"yet still within its melancholy fissures..."
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Will you light a candle for me, please?
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In the sacristy of Santa Maria?
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I'll see to it myself immediately.
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Remember, I'm always with you.