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TteBa 
I always sin^ the hymn of hate, 
When I perceive the Ray (or skate) 
His usVy mouth I cant abide, 
His eyes are on the oher side, 
His features are all out of place 
He hasrit even ani/ face. 
I dp not mind the Haven, thoii5h 
/lali^ned by Edgar Allan Poe : 
38. ; ^ 
