a poem in iambic measure
The music rippled and ran and the dancers danced till the hall was awhirl with the rhythm of their dancing,
He admitted he was mistaken about the budget numbers.
When he was within a small distance of this inn, which to him seemed a castle, he drew bridle, and stopt Rozinante […] .
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