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Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;
But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone.
The mushroom is the elf of plants,
At evening it is not;
At morning in a truffled hut
It stops upon a spot

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