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O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

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Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?

And what do you think has become of the women and children?

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

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