Little things, pretty things--
Arrows and hearts and torches--roses red,
And violets blue--are these all? Come away,
And breathe fresh air! Must we keep on and on
Sipping stale honey out of tiny cups
Decorated with golden tracery,
Drop by drop all day long? We are alive;
We thirst--Come away, plunge, and drink and drown
In this great river flowing to the sea!
-Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac
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