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Edgar Allan Poe

There seemed a deep sense of life and joy about all; and although no airs blew from out the Heavens, yet everything had motion through the gentle sweepings to and fro of innumberable butterflies, that might have been mistaken for tullips with wings. ― Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Island of the Fay,” The Fall of the House of Usher and Other Tales. (Signet Classics; FIRST SIGNET CLASSIC PRINTING 1998 edition, April 1, 1998)

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