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She trips along the street, a flashing wonder,
Dazzling enigma! Courtesan or maid?
Temple of chastity, or hall of trade?
An angel-presence, or a soul of plunder
Casting the doors of sanctitude asunder?
A beauteousness, by love and laughter swayed,
Or death in immemorial masquerade?
A dainty dawn-song, or a snarl of thunder?

— Bartlett Adamson

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And Anzac now is an enchanted shore;
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