Long time a child, and still a child, when years
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LONG time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, - For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking,
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