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The things we thought that we should do
The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun
The Lands we thought that we should seek
When large enough to run
By Speculation ceded
To Speculation’s Son
The Heaven, in which we hoped to pause
When Discipline was done
Untenable to Logic
But possibly the one
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