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0.006 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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The Nun's Priest's Tale

by Richard

−0.3224 − 0.4453i

Drawing the boundary…

We Have Been Friends Together

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

−0.3186 − 0.4497i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Nun's Priest's Tale

by Richard

In a farmyard bright and gay,
Lived a rooster, Chanticleer,
With feathers bright and crow so clear,
He ruled the hens, day by day.

Oh, Chanticleer, the cock so bold,
In his coop, he was not cajoled,
Until one day, a fox appeared,
And the farmyard's peace was soon besmeared!

Reynard the fox, cunning and sly,
Watched Chanticleer with a hungry eye,
He flattered the cock, oh so sly,
With tales of dreams that soared so high.

Chanticleer, in his pride,
Closed his eyes, with the fox beside,
But in a flash, the fox did snap,
Caught the cock in a deadly trap.

Chanticleer, with a cry so shrill,
Called the hens, with all his will,
They chased the fox, away he fled,
With Chanticleer safe, but full of dread.

Now listen well, to this tale so gay,
Of Chanticleer and his fateful day,
Beware the flatterer, with words so fair,
For cunning foxes lurk everywhere!

So here ends our tale of the cock so fine,
And the fox who almost made him dine,
With laughter and mirth, let’s all agree,
The Nun's Priest's Tale, a joy to see!

We Have Been Friends Together

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chesnut trees
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together —
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been gay together;
We have laughed at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing
Warm and joyous in our breasts.
But laughter now hath fled thy lip,
And sullen glooms thy brow;
We have been gay together —
Shall a light word part us now?

We have been sad together,
We have wept with bitter tears,
O’er the grass-grown graves, where slumbered
The hopes of early years.
The voices which are silent there
Would bid thee clear thy brow;
We have been sad together —
Oh! What shall part us now?

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