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I am that half grown


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  [begin leaf 1 recto] I am that foolish half grown ^angry boy, fallen asleep, The tears of foolish passion yet undried 
  upon my cheeks.
Years with all their events pass for me, Some are spent in travel—some in the hun 
  usual hunt for after fortune.
I pass through ^the travels and fortunes ? of forty thirty 
  years, and become old,
Each in its due order comes and goes, And then a message for me comes.
Enteredyes   [begin leaf 1 verso]
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