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While 'lame' ones pass me where I crawl,
flying on to You. -
Holly Brightweed looked at him,
and guessed the riddle. Down they came... -
Since then, I have had time to sift
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Were he to lead me to the brook’s far side,
I think that leaving, I, like her, would turn and look
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