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And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly, The surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. — T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton (No. I of Four Quartets)
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