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Text: Dim vales and shadowy floods and cloudy-looking woods, whose forms we can't discover for the tears that drip all over. Huge moons there wax and wane again, again, again, every moment of the night, forever changing places, and they put out the starlight with the breath from their pale faces. Each paragraph will be a test.

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