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The square, with gravel paths and shabby lawns. / Correct, the trees and flowers repress their yawns. / The tradesman brings his favourite conceit, / To air it, while he stifles with the heat.
In the kiosk, the military band. / The shakos nod the time of the quadrilles. / The flaunting dandy strolls about the stand. / The notary, half unconscious of his seals.