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      Let me tell you of This Moment
      That rather snuck its way on me
      Gathering tales so constant
      It had no choice but be;
      Of one who watches joyfully
      The winding of a clock
      Another who smiles pleasantly
      To open a forbidden lock
      Yet another with too many toes
      Who if stalked takes no prisoners
      And then that one who never shows
      Yet claims to own all visitors
      I will learn them all
      Know their number and their fall
      Know those places that they keep
      This Moment while she is yet asleep.

      — Sebastian


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