A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins. — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
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A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

— William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale
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