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747 It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it—less Than I denounced Myself, For entertaining Plated Wares Upon my Silver Shelf—
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