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- "AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,
- Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
- Out of her chamber, led by the insane
- And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
- The moon arose up in the murky east
- A white and shapeless mass."
- Extract from The Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
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