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![]() Nor public men, nor cheering crowds. |
![]() All that man is; All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins. |
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![]() For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown. |
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![]() No pleasing habit ends, No man grows old, no girl grows cold, But friends walk by friends. |
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