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I beg you, dear lady, do not concern yourself.
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I think this party's very badly arranged. Very bad management.
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..Or perhaps not.
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Sometimes you'd never know he was...
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One understands.
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Only to spend a fleeting hour in these perfect surroundings.
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You know the lines,
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"As when the swallow gliding from lofty portal to lofty portal,
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out of the dark and into the light and out again into the dark"?
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Oh, yes! Yes! It takes a poet!
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I have a message for you, from Mr Waterhouse.
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I told him I did not know you