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look on my works ye powerful and give up'

I rise

I rise

My actual record for fear that he returning criticize

look on my works ye powerful and give up'

let me experience the bliss of that

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Returning from the herd of small and weak beasts

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Are never the same

The virtues sunk and the vices rose everywhere

but to act that every tomorrow

but to act that every tomorrow

The harmless animals are quite confused helpless

In centuries to be

Are sweeter in this manner ye delicate funnels play on

The monstrous mountain makes its turn

I can not choose each

Since we had met first near the green locality gaily

When all at once I saw a crowd