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 1    1|        our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal
 2    1|    blocks of houses in the lower streets of heaven, and scorched
 3    3|          would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and
 4    5|        you may sweep or pave the streets, and split your kindlings,
 5    9|       astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so
 6   16| villagers were confined to their streets. There, far from the village
 7   16|   outright and run freely in the streets; for if we take the ages
 8   17|       they are so foreign to the streets, even to the woods, foreign
 9   17|         fame is trumpeted in our streets. They are not green like
10   17|          it is drawn through the streets. These ice-cutters are a