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Dear friend -
To reproach
my own foot in
behalf of your's
is involuntary -
and
finding
meager solace
in "whom he
loveth he chas-
teneth",
your
prowess astounds
me - It was
only a small
Wasp, said
the
french physician
repairing the
sting, but the
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strength to
perish
is sometimes with-
held - yet who
but you can
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tell
a foot -
Take all away
from me, but
leave me
Ecstasy
And I am richer
then I am
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