' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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Haha! Where was this from again?
I have no idea. It's all over the web now ... but no one seems to know the location of the actual signboard.
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