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I've Met Talespinners Before, Jake, And They're All Cut More Or Less From The Same Cloth. They Tell Tales Because They're Afraid Of Life.

How Life Did Imitate Art Sometimes. And The Cruder The Art, The Closer The Imitation.

The World Had Moved On And All That Was Over, Done Before Fairly Begun.

And She Sees That The Moonlight Is Losing Its Orange Glow. It Has Become Buttery, And Will Soon Turn To Silver.

Might As Well Try To Drink The Ocean With A Spoon As Argue With A Lover.