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Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Down the road someone is practising scales, The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails, Man's heart expands to tinker with his car For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar. - Louis MacNeice, Sunday Morning
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