DADDY I WANT A TESLA!
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Sleep is a pathless labyrinth, Dark to the gaze of moons and suns, Through which the exile clue of dreams, A gossamer thread, obscurely runs.
Muses no more, but mazes be your names When discord’s sound shall mar your concord sweet Unkindly now your careful fancy frames, When fortune treads your favours under feet; But foul befall that cursed cuckoo’s throat That so hath crossed sweet Philomela’s note.
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