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Love Lord Byron - UK
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head! How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancy's knell; I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.
All. Ding, dong, bell.
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