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Blabbd, blushd, resented, lied, stole, grudgd
Underneath these possessing words that never fall
Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships

Still pass on
See, ploughmen ploughing farmssee, miners digging minessee
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Expecting the main things from you
Of terror to the tyrant and the priest

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