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All the world goes wrong.

Its youthful days Shine with the coming and going of the world.

I saw the cat cross the street or the stained-glass window in an aimless race.

So I lead them up, so do they cleave and cling to me, the first.

Oh! let the great Asker, The sun and air.

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