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Never for Society
Never for Society
He shall seek in vain
Who His own acquaintance
Cultivate Of Men
Wiser Men may weary
But the Man within
Never knew Satiety
Better entertain
Than could Border Ballad
Or Biscayan Hymn
Neither introduction
Need You unto Him
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