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  And put them each in separate Drawers,
  For fear the numbers fuse---
  If only Centuries, delayed,
  I'd count them on my Hand,
  Subtracting, til my fingers dropped
  Into Van Dieman's Land,
  If certain, when this life was out---
  That yours and mine, should be
  I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
  And take Eternity---
  But, now, uncertain of the length
  Of this, that is between,
  It goads me, like the Goblin Bee---
  That will not state--- its sting. ↑返回顶部↑

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