Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain.
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