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XXXVI.
LOST.
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I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found ?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.
A rich man might not notice it ;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me !
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