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I dinks mine head vas schplit abart , He kicks oup sooch a touse But nefer mind ,
der poys vas few Like dot young Yawcob Strauss . He asks me questions sooch
as dese : Who baints mine nose so red ? Who vas it cut dot schmoot blace out ...
I dinks mine head vas schplit abart , He kicks oup sooch a touse But nefer mind ,
der poys vas few Like dot young Yawcob Strauss . He asks me questions sooch
as dese : Who baints mine nose so red ? Who vas it cut dot schmoot blace out ...
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... perfect Dead ! oh , Dead most dear , I hold the breath of my soul to hear ; - 11 , “
I listen as deep as to horrible As high as to heaven ! - and you do not tell ! “ There
must be pleasures in dying , Sweet , To make you so placid from head to feet !
... perfect Dead ! oh , Dead most dear , I hold the breath of my soul to hear ; - 11 , “
I listen as deep as to horrible As high as to heaven ! - and you do not tell ! “ There
must be pleasures in dying , Sweet , To make you so placid from head to feet !
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MALTBIE D. BABCOCK Lord , let me make this rule , To think of life as school ,
And try my best To stand each test , And do my work And nothing shirk . Should
some one else outshine This dullard head of mine , Should I be sad ? I will be
glad .
MALTBIE D. BABCOCK Lord , let me make this rule , To think of life as school ,
And try my best To stand each test , And do my work And nothing shirk . Should
some one else outshine This dullard head of mine , Should I be sad ? I will be
glad .
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But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No
clod so valueless shall be , As all that then remains of me . O , whither , whither
dost thou fly , Where bend unseen thy trackless course , And in this strange ...
But this I know , when thou art fled , Where'er they lay these limbs , this head , No
clod so valueless shall be , As all that then remains of me . O , whither , whither
dost thou fly , Where bend unseen thy trackless course , And in this strange ...
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Bloody the band on his brow , and livid the droop of his head . “ Art thou a
Lombard , my brother ? Happy art thou ! " she cried , And smiled like Italy on him :
he dreamed in her face and died . Pale with his passing soul , she went on still to
a ...
Bloody the band on his brow , and livid the droop of his head . “ Art thou a
Lombard , my brother ? Happy art thou ! " she cried , And smiled like Italy on him :
he dreamed in her face and died . Pale with his passing soul , she went on still to
a ...
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