| 1 | If more hate than love, cabanas on the higher turnout, either setting, you suppress the spirit of grief, pin-shaped powder. | |
| 2 | By whose compact utilitarian heap The present may sit down and go to sleep, Nor fear the ghosts who from the dim past walked, And with us by the unequal light of the old wood fire talked. | |
| 3 | At times this feels like a horror movie, with rain battering bedroom windows, the wind swirling like an angry ghost and Streep mugging up a storm of her own. |
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