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Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight Gathering winter fuel. –John Mason Neale (1818–66) |
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