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We went down to Cambridge, Cambridge in the spring. In a brick court at twilight We heard the thrushes sing, And we went to evening service In the chapel of the King.
The library of Trinity, The quadrangle of Clare, John bought a pipe from Bacon, And I acquired there The Anecdotes of Painting From a handcart in the square.