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The Gods! The Gods!
People were bathing and posturing themselves on the beach,
And all was dreary, great robot limbs, robot breasts,
Robot voices, robot even the gay umbrellas.
But a woman, shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer of the presence of the gods was like
Lilies, and like water-lilies.
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