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I could die-to know-
‘Tis a trifling knowledge-
News-Boys salute the Door-
Carts-joggle by-
Morning’s bold face-stares in the window-
Were but mine-the Charter of the least Fly-
Houses hunch the House
With their Brick Shoulders-
Coals-from a Rolling Load-rattle-how-near-
To the very Square-His foot is passing-
Possibly, this moment-
While I-dream-Here-
