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Pace the palace wing, dethroned king

Jump when the phone ring

Egyptian cotton, but you can’t sleep, not a wink, not a wink

“A bee upon a briar-rose hung
And wild with pleasure suck’d and kiss’d;
A flesh-fly near, with snout in dung,
Sneer’d, ‘What a Transcendentalist!’”

Coventry Patmore | “The Flesh-Fly and the Bee”