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POEMS. 9 1

��XVII. WHO?

��TVyT Y friend must be a bird,

  • " Because it flies !

Mortal my friend must be,

Because it dies ! Barbs has it, like a bee. Ah, curious friend,

Thou puzzlest me !

�� �