'We lorde,' quoþ þe gentyle kny3t, 'wheþer þis be þe grene chapelle?' He my3t aboute mydny3t þe dele his matynnes telle.
In the mountains, there you feel free.I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.[T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land]
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