SO IF, UPON THE HOUR THE TAVERN CLOSES, THOU FEELST AS IF THOU SHALT FALL, SHALL I ESCORT THEE TO THINE ABODE THIS FAIR MIDSUMMER'S EVENING?
O YOUTH! O FLOWER OF YOUTH! O THAT WE IGNITE A MIGHTY INFERNO UPON THE WORLD! HOW BRIGHTLY MAY WE BURN! BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN, SAYS I!
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