P. 593
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Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
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Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
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tion!
Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O
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rally!
Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can
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be. Seek
you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!
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Here!
Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog
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is
lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on
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othertimes
to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme
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feehn
avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?
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Thane
yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have
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fused now
orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.
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The old
breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-
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Hooligan.
The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-
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moram.
Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for
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husky!
And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.
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Confindention
to churchen. We have highest gratifications in
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announcing
to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-
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ghis is
ghoon for you.
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A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
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The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls
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that are
in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-
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ing of
the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle
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up in a
coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld
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of
Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.
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p. 610
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Muta: So that
when we shall have acquired unification we
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shall
pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to
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diversity
we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when
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we shall
have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to
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the spirit of appeasement?
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Juva: By the
light of the bright reason which daysends to us
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from the high.
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Muta: May I
borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old
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rubberskin?
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Juva: Here it is
and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
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Shoot.
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P. 614
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What has gone? How it ends?
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Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
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all
gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
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Forget, remember!
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Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of
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siveness?
Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism
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assemblements
Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
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Forget!
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Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-
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tional
gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every
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schoolboy
scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-
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Donk),
autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling
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smeltingworks
exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and
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their
homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and
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hatch-as-hatch
can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically
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separated
elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-
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purpose
of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,
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catastrophes
and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy
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P. 615
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of the
past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with
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sendence
of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-
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cellas
when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the
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all-too-ghoulish
and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,
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all,
anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-
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cally, in
fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our
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Finnius
the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-
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ards can
effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-
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menos,
when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as
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herself
pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
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Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
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Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add
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majesty?
Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything
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these
secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly
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pray) and,
well, was really so denighted of this lights time.
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Mucksrats
which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to
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know
good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards
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at a fine
day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be
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P. 619
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Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries,
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wagging here
about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he
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being as
bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
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damp.
Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are
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proptably
saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your
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answer,
pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is
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another
he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker
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of our
hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up
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and
erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my
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daily
comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
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Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
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P.S.
Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now
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with
nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.
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Rags! Worns
out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
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Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and
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folty all
the nights have falled on to long my hair. Not a sound,
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falling.
Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and
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then
leaves. The woods are fond always. As were we their babes
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in. And
robins in crews so. It is for me goolden wending.
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Unless?
Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so
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long! Or
is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
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Reclined
from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
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fiddler,
sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
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aruse!
Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
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me, may
me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
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You did
so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you
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too.
Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me
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to slump.
But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!
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Yawhawaw.
Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day
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one, come
back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.
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A
comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your
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P. 620
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umbr. And
stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine
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for me.
With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in
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P. 626
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looked
it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
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now. How?
How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
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heart.
And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
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do
espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
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duv
herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
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Illas! I
wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
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light's
growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
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from me,
I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening
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P. 627
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up and
tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and
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you're
turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills
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again.
Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.
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Diveltaking
on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank
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sprint of
a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her
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own. I
pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.
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Try not
to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll
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be sweet
for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me
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mother.
My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.
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In peace
and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.
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It's
something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
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now if
she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her
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rain for
my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-
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ing
always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and
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is there
one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of
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the
nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now
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they are
becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little
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warm
tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the
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greedy
gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy
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leaks
down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
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letting
on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought
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you were
all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only
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a
bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in
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glory.
You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort
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out
beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and
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bleary
they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild
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dances in
all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-
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niuvia
pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,
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when she
would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,
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haughty
Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For
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'tis they
are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of
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our cries
till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed
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of your
name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.
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Loonely
in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O
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bitter
ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see.
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Nor know.
Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's
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P. 628
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sad and
weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad
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father,
my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere
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size of
him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me
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seasilt
saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them
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rising!
Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo
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moremens
more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.
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All. But
one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!
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So soft
this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you
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done
through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now
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under
whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink
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I'd die
down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,
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tid.
There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush
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to.
Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us
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then.
Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thous-
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endsthee.
Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a
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long the
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