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140 THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN. |
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Despised love struck not with woe
That head of curly knots, Nor stomach troubles laid him low,
Young Stephen Dowling Bots.
0 no. Then list with tearful eye,
Whilst I his fate do tell. His soul did from this cold world fly,
By falling down a well.
They got him out and emptied him ; Alas it was too late ; |
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His spirit was gone for to sport aloft In the realms of the good and great, |
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