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- Like a joyless eye that finds no object worth its constancy
- Like a miser who spoils his coat with scanting a little cloth
- Like a great tune to which the planets roll
- Like leviathans afloat
- Like burdens on the backs of moths
- Like stepping out on summer evenings from the glaring ball-room
- Like the dim scent in violets
- Like the tattered effigy in a cornfield
- Like troops of ghosts on dry wind
- Like wasted hours of youth
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