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Is bliss, then, such abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
I'd rather suit my foot
Than save my boot,
For yet to buy another pair
Is possible
At any fair.
But bliss is sold just once;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

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