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| I am grieved when things are lost. How I wish they would appear. Though they may not have much cost, It's annoying they're not here. I can search both high and low, Tearing all the place apart. "Where, oh where did those things go?" I will hunt with all my heart. Some things will at last appear, When their usefulness is past. I can only shed a tear, Wishing I had found them fast. | ||
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