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But why, as no striking adventure befel,
Of my route should I every particular tell?
In short, then, my friend, like a timber-tree shaken,
On the third day at eve I saluted Manaccan.
Of my route should I every particular tell?
In short, then, my friend, like a timber-tree shaken,
On the third day at eve I saluted Manaccan.
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