Do make a music like to rustling satin
Dogging them like their own shadow
Dost thou not hear the murmuring nightingale like water bubbling from a silver jar?
Drop like a feather, softly to the ground
Drowned like rats
Dull as champagne
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Each like a corpse within its grave
Each moment was an iridescent bubble fresh-blown from the lips of fancy
Eager-hearted as a boy