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| dcb3d5e | The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections. | lyrical mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting street-lamps | Mary Stewart | |
| 2777925 | It is for you to choose. Choice is man's right, and for that I leave you free. | Mary Stewart |