Some days elapsed after moonlight nights,
No fanatic or untimely saint became lights,
For the conspicuous fancies ran risk,
And again, the days became rather brisk.
Some were given the signs of home sickness,
Such rare sentences became a bonus.
May days be merrier than the boorishness
Of certain craziness, of the ball's bounciness.
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