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CARES
Having certain cares to drown,
To the sea I took them down:
And I threw them in the wave,
That engulfed them like a grave.
Swiftly then I plied the oar
With a light heart to the shore.
But behind me came my foes:
Like a nine-days' corpse each rose,
And (a ghastly sight to see!)
Clutched the boat and girned at me!
With a heavy heart, alack,
To the land I bore them back.
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