The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.
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'Twas a rough night.
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Meteor showers rule!
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Indeed!
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I hope I drag myself out of bed in a few hours to see the Leonids...
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