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Katie Morey
5 She stood and gazed upon him For to see how high he 'scended. Your ugly looks I do disdain; You look just like an owl, sir.
6 You may eat your grapes and suck your stems, For I am a-going to the house, sir.
And every time she looks at me and smiles, It makes me think of climbing. |
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