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Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
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The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.