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Oh where will be the cats that yawl—one hundred years from now?
And dogs that in the night-time call, “Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow”?
We do not know: we only know that Time sometimes is good,
And Death may do a lot of things that language never could.
And dogs that in the night-time call, “Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow”?
We do not know: we only know that Time sometimes is good,
And Death may do a lot of things that language never could.
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