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THE SIGHT OF YOUTH

the rectory is always succeeded
your sense of neglect may give way

into a desk, the village seemed like a spear
alas, my poor child is already called

the way was like a flash of sudden lightning
his independent life is always glad... while you hear nothing

shall we hear the sound broken as the world?

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