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Blue-eyed and bright of face but waning
Into the sere of virginal decay,
I view her as she enters, day by day,
As a sweet sunset almost overpast

The greater masters of the commonplace,
DT and good
IR
ER—only

Flaubert wanted to write a
About nothing
It was to have no
And be sustained upon the style alone,